Swimming With A Crutch
Most of you already know I’ve been swimming a lot to get ready for my first triathlon coming up this summer. But I don’t think I’ve written yet about this “pull-buoy” I’ve been working out with.
I started using this small flotation device (that fits snugly between my knees while swimming) because I was having trouble with my kick. No matter how I altered my kick, my lower body wanted to sink.
Another swimmer suggested I try the buoy because it would help me stay afloat while I was learning to work the breathing. She was right. So, I figured I’d just swim with the buoy until I get my wetsuit, because I’m told that the wetsuit really helps with flotation.
So, here I am six months pre-race, still swimming with my pull-buoy and an elderly man in the pool begins telling me how I should try the same swimming stroke he’s using. He was proud of this stroke he researched on the Internet and he thought I should try it. So I did… with my pull-buoy.
After a couple laps, I asked him what he thought of my new stroke and he said that in order for me to do it right, I needed to drop the buoy. Not intending to sound insulting, he said that I was moving through the water like a barge, and that I needed to move more efficiently, like a yacht. He went on to say that I needed to get rid of my “crutch”.
Ouch!
He was so right. I had allowed myself to become dependent on this foam device and I really doubted that I could swim without it.
That was the story on WHY I dropped the pull-buoy last Friday. Today was my second full workout without it and I swam thirty laps (more than ¾ mile). Not only am I amazed that I’m doing this, but it feels so much better.
I had to thank George today for saving me from drowning in that sad story. I had convinced myself that I could not swim without help. The pull-buoy was helping me stay afloat, but it was also holding me back from doing what I can totally do for myself. My body may have been floating, but my dream to swim by myself was sinking.
This makes me think… are there other things in my life that I’m using as crutches? Any other dreams I'm allowing to sink? Hmmm? How about you? Got any sad stories being told in your head?