Okay, so here I am. I haven't done a freediving course yet, in fact I'm presently in trying to prepare for my upcomming course in three weeks, by swimming every night that I can at the pool handy to where I live.
This leads me onto my incident. (Yes I know, I've already had an incident after only 5 weeks of freediving.)
I was swimming lengths dynamic apnea with no fins. Swim a length, rest, swim another. A few weeks ago I realised that doing a single length has started to get easier. Then I pushed to one and a half lengths, til eventually that started to get easier. Thought to myself "I've gotta do two!"
BAD IDEA!!
I managed one and a half lengths fine, pushed myself further, even tho my lungs were screaming. Tunnel vision started setting in, and I lost definition of the line painted in the bottom to mark out the swimming lane.
Thankfully I knew my body's warning signs. The effects that were building up felt like the build up to GILOC (Geforce Induced Loss Of Consciousness) which I have experenced a couple of times while flying Aerobatics in a Pitts Special Bi Plane. It was like a warning buzzer going off, followed by that inner voice saying "Get the Duck outer here!!!"
I surfaced immediatly. I looked around and realised that it's 7pm, & I'm the only one in the pool. If I'd blacked out then no one would know to tip me up the right way for maybe a couple of hours.
I now drag a mate who I trust down to the pool every evening. He's aware of what I'm doing and knows what to look for, aswell as what to do should things ever go pear shaped.
To think what could've been still sends shudders down my spine. Please learn from my mistake, ALWAYS DIVE WITH A BUDDY, even if you are in the "safety" of a pool.
This leads me onto my incident. (Yes I know, I've already had an incident after only 5 weeks of freediving.)
I was swimming lengths dynamic apnea with no fins. Swim a length, rest, swim another. A few weeks ago I realised that doing a single length has started to get easier. Then I pushed to one and a half lengths, til eventually that started to get easier. Thought to myself "I've gotta do two!"
BAD IDEA!!
I managed one and a half lengths fine, pushed myself further, even tho my lungs were screaming. Tunnel vision started setting in, and I lost definition of the line painted in the bottom to mark out the swimming lane.
Thankfully I knew my body's warning signs. The effects that were building up felt like the build up to GILOC (Geforce Induced Loss Of Consciousness) which I have experenced a couple of times while flying Aerobatics in a Pitts Special Bi Plane. It was like a warning buzzer going off, followed by that inner voice saying "Get the Duck outer here!!!"
I surfaced immediatly. I looked around and realised that it's 7pm, & I'm the only one in the pool. If I'd blacked out then no one would know to tip me up the right way for maybe a couple of hours.
I now drag a mate who I trust down to the pool every evening. He's aware of what I'm doing and knows what to look for, aswell as what to do should things ever go pear shaped.
To think what could've been still sends shudders down my spine. Please learn from my mistake, ALWAYS DIVE WITH A BUDDY, even if you are in the "safety" of a pool.
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