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Originally Posted by alphamike_1612
My parents put me in swimming classes when I was a child, all I learnt from there was that I feared water a lot. (I still judder from when I remember an instructor pushing me from a diving board into the 12 feet end of the pool.
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When I read Alphamike's post about his experiences with swimming, I found myself nodding and agreeing with many things he says. As a child, I happened to have the misfortune of finding a coach at the Basavanagudi Aquatic Center whose idea of helping me conquer my fears was to just push me forcibly into the water. It was a twenty five day course or something, with a weekly holiday and everything, and for most of the course, I learned nothing. Towards the end of the course, I was traumatized by the experience, but was also feeling cheated, and I didn't want to finish the course without learning anything, so I tried extra, extra hard to try and catch up, and that helped me learn a wee bit, but it was still too little and too late. I only learned to thrash like a madman and get to the other side of pool, whipping up the water like the proverbial churning of the seas by the Devas and the Asuras, something that would leave me totally finished by the time I'd completed a length. I tried on my own, many times, to try and get better, but it never worked out. In Sweden, a good friend of mine who is also from India offered to help me and a bunch of others, including my wife, to help get better at swimming, and he tried his best to show us the ropes, and we'd even started making some small gains, but at that point, he moved away to another city, and that was pretty much that. Late last year, I realized that I had some credits paid for by my employer, that I could redeem by paying for sporting and fitness related activities (activities, not equipment or gear!), so instead of letting it lapse, I decided to buy a swimming course for adults, and also a bunch of hourly passes, that would allow me to practice on my own, in the pool.
I started my lessons in January this year, and they were 8 lessons of roughly 40 minutes each. What's taught here is breaststroke and backstroke, using the same frog-kick from breaststroke. I went through my 8 lessons and realized that I was the only one who'd barely made any progress. The other participants had all made varying degrees of noticeable progress, and two of them even elected to sign up for the level 2 course. I however signed up for a repeat of the same course, but decided that in order to prevent going through another 8 lessons with no progress again, I had to practice on my own, and regularly, as the one class a week would just not cut it for me. My biggest problems were that I was (and am) too stiff in the water. The tip that I get the most is that I should 'just relax', but short of taking illegal drugs to do so, I have no idea what I need to do, to 'just relax', as water and relaxation have never belonged together for me. Love the water, was the tip I got from somebody. For me, water feels like the bully from primary school, who'd thunk me on the head, just because he could. Can I learn to love it? No, at least not while I'm learning to swim. Maybe it's a bully that I'd like to conquer and overcome.
Why is swimming important to me that I continue to try to learn it, despite experiencing terrible lows while doing so? My wife both admires me and pities me for my pursuit; admires me for my stubbornness, and pities me for the struggle that it is, and the fact that I have so little to show for my efforts, and I can still not give up on it and walk away. Swimming has become like the conquest of the white whale for Captain Ahab. Ahab did not love Moby Dick, but would give anything to conquer it, and so it is for me. I see people enjoying themselves in the beautiful lakes and waterbodies in Sweden, and hope that one day, I can enter water and actually enjoy myself in it, instead of thrashing around like a frog that's being electrocuted.
I've been watching videos on youtube, practicing dry-land exercises, and trying to also practice in the pool, between my lessons, and I find that I'm finally beginning to exhibit small signs of progress. Earlier, when I tried to swim, my brain seemed to hang up on me, being unable to process the steps involved in performing a breaststroke kick. My brain would leave me hanging, unable to figure out if the legs had to go outwards from in or inwards from out, no matter how many times I saw the instructor do it for me. Even when the instructor helped me by moving my legs, since I couldn't see my own legs, I seemed to have no way to replicate what she did with my legs, when I had to do it on my own. Now finally, after several hours of what seemed like self-inflicted torture, I'm finally able to at least move my legs in the right direction, but they still are not providing anywhere near the same level of propulsion that others are casually able to produce. My instructor tells me that I don't need to push my feet outwards with force, and that the real propulsion needs to come when the feet come together, but for me, I'm only able to get some forward movement when I try to violently and clumsily push outwards with my feet (which is also extremely tiring). The actual bringing together of the feet seems to do very, very little for me. Another problem that I'm currently facing is that I can't at all do the backstroke without using a kickboard, and practicing the kickboard causes my back to arch hard, and this causes a lot of back pain and discomfort. The solution, I'm told again, is to relax, and no matter what I do, relaxing is the one thing I'm unable to do. I'm the guy in the torture-chamber, and the guy doing the 'interrogation' tells me to relax, while holding a live wire in his hands and waves it close to my stomach. That's how it feels for me!