Failed swimming.

I properly wasted my bi-monthly swimming ration today by losing my nose-clip. It was attached to my goggles when I closed my locker and goodness knows where when I sat on the edge of the pool. I tried to swim without it, but that really wasn't working. If you can swim without a nose-clip, you are liken as unto a god to me. Normally I swim breaststroke with the occasional half-length of profoundly unbeautiful front crawl when I think no-one's looking. Today I tried to swim without putting my head under but my puny arms can't propel such an unaerodynamic shape as my raised-headed body through the water, and also I felt a loon swimming that far out of the water with goggles on. Then I tried going under and that was basically about twenty steps along the road to drowning. It made my sinuses fill with water. Breathing out as I went under didn't make the slightest bit of difference. Nor did holding my breath entirely. I think I tried breathing in as well for variety, and I couldn't recommend it. So I did 100m, which is not much like the mile I'd been planning, then I got out and went home. It's a bit vexing anyway because it costs moneys I don't really have and two hours' travelling even without a proper swim and I have to wait another two weeks now before I can afford to go again and it briefly stops my stomach from hurting. And because this was the first time I'd managed to get all of my hair to fit under my cap.

Since I got back I've been watching Archie fail to eat in Hornblower. It's sort of a massive compensation.

Failed swimming.

I properly wasted my bi-monthly swimming ration today by losing my nose-clip. It was attached to my goggles when I closed my locker and goodness knows where when I sat on the edge of the pool. I tried to swim without it, but that really wasn't working. If you can swim without a nose-clip, you are liken as unto a god to me. Normally I swim breaststroke with the occasional half-length of profoundly unbeautiful front crawl when I think no-one's looking. Today I tried to swim without putting my head under but my puny arms can't propel such an unaerodynamic shape as my raised-headed body through the water, and also I felt a loon swimming that far out of the water with goggles on. Then I tried going under and that was basically about twenty steps along the road to drowning. It made my sinuses fill with water. Breathing out as I went under didn't make the slightest bit of difference. Nor did holding my breath entirely. I think I tried breathing in as well for variety, and I couldn't recommend it. So I did 100m, which is not much like the mile I'd been planning, then I got out and went home. It's a bit vexing anyway because it costs moneys I don't really have and two hours' travelling even without a proper swim and I have to wait another two weeks now before I can afford to go again and it briefly stops my stomach from hurting. And because this was the first time I'd managed to get all of my hair to fit under my cap.

Since I got back I've been watching Archie fail to eat in Hornblower. It's sort of a massive compensation.