HI Gang,
As promised, on Christianfreedivers--I am posting the funny story about my latest attempted PB.
I'd been, for several days--thinking of trying for 180 feet--Dynamic. I'd already done numbers of 75s, 100s, 120s, and even a couple 150s.
Well, today I came to the YMCA pool feeling good. Relaxed. Not knowing if today would be THE DAY--That would depend on how many swimmers I was sharing the pool with--and what they were doing.
Anyhow--immediately, I saw it probably wasn't going to happen--not without having to ask someone to get out of the way, which I don't believe in doing, unless it's, like, life or death.
So I practiced depth exercises instead. Gerry's suggestions did NOT go over well with my ears, so I did my own version--full lungs--and happy ears--very pleasurable.
THEN IT HAPPENED! Pool emptied out--Yow--I Had Room--to Try that 180 feet! I warmed up with a few stretches, fiddling around, and, seeing I only had about 15 minutes before I had to leave, started with a 120. Then, I decided, Why Not? Go for it!
About 60 feet along, the dreaded thing happened--the intercom blatted--really loud--just about totally destroying my concentration--and I thought real fast: Do I continue this dive, or do I try another day? I decided to push on--and then it got really crazy! That weird advertizement song "6875309--I got it" came blatting into my mind--really, really, powerful--Yow! Normally, the dive would've ended right there--but Jeepers, Creepers, I managed not to break up laughing underwater, so I pressed on--the song following right after me...I thought, I GOTTA AT LEAST FINISH 120! But, when I was at 120--I thought, well, I've come this far--and I'm dying for oxygen anyhow--my concentration's just about shot--why not do another 150? I had two under my belt, why not three? So I did. My mind was getting a bit fuzzy towards the end--but I did finish that 150 feet! I don't think I could've gone to 180 at that point.
The coolest part? I pushed through the Head Trip of the Tyranny of the Intercom--and other sundry interruptions on my diving time.
Yeehah! I also came up gasping for air like I'd been down for, well, a, loooooong time....
Water Rat--at your service Anybody else have a funny story, about struggling through a dive?
As promised, on Christianfreedivers--I am posting the funny story about my latest attempted PB.
I'd been, for several days--thinking of trying for 180 feet--Dynamic. I'd already done numbers of 75s, 100s, 120s, and even a couple 150s.
Well, today I came to the YMCA pool feeling good. Relaxed. Not knowing if today would be THE DAY--That would depend on how many swimmers I was sharing the pool with--and what they were doing.
Anyhow--immediately, I saw it probably wasn't going to happen--not without having to ask someone to get out of the way, which I don't believe in doing, unless it's, like, life or death.
So I practiced depth exercises instead. Gerry's suggestions did NOT go over well with my ears, so I did my own version--full lungs--and happy ears--very pleasurable.
THEN IT HAPPENED! Pool emptied out--Yow--I Had Room--to Try that 180 feet! I warmed up with a few stretches, fiddling around, and, seeing I only had about 15 minutes before I had to leave, started with a 120. Then, I decided, Why Not? Go for it!
About 60 feet along, the dreaded thing happened--the intercom blatted--really loud--just about totally destroying my concentration--and I thought real fast: Do I continue this dive, or do I try another day? I decided to push on--and then it got really crazy! That weird advertizement song "6875309--I got it" came blatting into my mind--really, really, powerful--Yow! Normally, the dive would've ended right there--but Jeepers, Creepers, I managed not to break up laughing underwater, so I pressed on--the song following right after me...I thought, I GOTTA AT LEAST FINISH 120! But, when I was at 120--I thought, well, I've come this far--and I'm dying for oxygen anyhow--my concentration's just about shot--why not do another 150? I had two under my belt, why not three? So I did. My mind was getting a bit fuzzy towards the end--but I did finish that 150 feet! I don't think I could've gone to 180 at that point.
The coolest part? I pushed through the Head Trip of the Tyranny of the Intercom--and other sundry interruptions on my diving time.
Yeehah! I also came up gasping for air like I'd been down for, well, a, loooooong time....
Water Rat--at your service Anybody else have a funny story, about struggling through a dive?