I completed my fourth swimming workout earlier today, and I’ve been noticing that while in the pool, I’ve been recalling all sort of memories from my high school swim team days. It’s easy for my mind to wander while swimming laps – I don’t have music from my iPod to focus on, and there’s no scenery (like when I’m running) or TV (like when I’m on the elliptical at the gym). In the pool, there’s just me, thousands of gallons of water, and, at this gym, usually a couple senior citizens.
I swam my freshman and sophomore years in high school, before giving it up so I could become more involved in the plays and musicals. I wasn’t very good, but I wasn’t the worst, either – let’s just say if it was a Hollywood sports movie, and the team needed one strong swimmer to win the big race at the end, it wouldn’t have been me. I’d have been one of the people on the side of the pool cheering him on in slow motion.
While I didn’t win our team any meets, I was liked. I was nice, tried hard, and was funny, and I’m glad I was, because I would have been an easy target for teasing. I was the heaviest guy on the team, and in a sport where the uniform consisted solely of a skimpy and tight speedo. Another kid on the team was also pretty heavy, and significantly shorter than I was (making his weight more pronounced), and he had an awful nickname that referenced both his ethnicity and his weight that I can’t even bear to type.
I think my fondest memories from those two years all stem from the strong sense of camaraderie that I felt being on that team. I had a lot of friends on the team, many of whom I swam with on our middle school team and in a community-based team for years prior, and we spent 4 hours a day together. There were also a couple guys on the team that I really envied, because it seemed as though they had everything: They were star swimmers. They were smart and funny. They were popular. They were lean. They were good looking. They were getting laid. They were living the cliche All-American high school jock life. I’m now 13 years out of high school and grateful for the non-cliche experiences that I did have, but back then, I really did look up to them.
It probably would have been easier to lose weight during those two years than it is now. Exercising was built into my routine. We had swim practice for 4 hours a day: we practiced before school, from 5:30 – 7am, and again after school, from 2:30 – 5pm (we also practiced for a few hours on Saturday mornings). And yet, I didn’t lose weight. I ate a lot, and I ate poorly. Such is life – at least I’m losing it now.
Speaking of losing weight, it’s about time for a weigh-in. I’ve already decided that, after working out (and working out hard) for the past 7 days in a row, tomorrow will be a rest day. Which means that I’ll weigh myself on Sunday morning on the scale at the gym. As always, I’ll share my update right here on this blog!
I’ll end with a rundown of today’s workout:
- 1,000 yard warm-up (200 free, 200 IM, 200 kick, 200 pull, 200 free)
- 8 x 100 yards freestyle, with 10 seconds rest between each one
- 200 yard cool down
- TOTAL YARDS: 2,000
Keep it up, David!