The other day at swim workout Miss Coco tried to drown me. Ok, so maybe she didn’t try to drown me, she was actually trying to help me by smuggling across borders a “torpedo” pull bouy from Hungary, to help me improve my weak attempts at paddle swimming. My old pull bouy has been with me for decades. It is the first pull bouy I ever got, when I started swimming at age 12. The string that held it together has long since disintegrated, and a new one added, the edges have been worn smooth like a pebble, and the chlorine smell is permanent. It probably does not float at all by now, Brett keeps saying how the shape and float is all wrong, and little does he know that pull bouy has been waterlogged for 20+ years.
So anyway, this new magic bullet pullbouy. As the pull set was announced I happily reached for my new pull bouy and off I went. First 50 pulling ok, second 50 getting slower, third 50 everyone has passed me and will now lap me. I am thinking I can’t be this tired, I can still feel my arms, but am going slower and slower, I might sink soon, or start moving backwards. I get to the end, and take out the pullbouy, which now weighs 300 pounds. My pullbouy had turned into an anchor, when it had sprung a leak and over the 200 meters had slowly been filling with water. Lucky I wasn’t at the deep end of a 50 meter pool, I might have never made it to the end!
So my old, trusty pull bouy was called into action for a few more swims, while the new one is getting coated in glue and made swim worthy again. Thank goodness for trusty old friends. And the quest to become a swimming machine, and a pulling maniac continues.