Swimming is probably the most unnatural thing that the human body could do, other than attempt to copy Daedalus by jumping out of plane from 10 000 feet with nothing but an oversized shopping bag strapped to your back…but we do it anyway. There seems to be a certain serenity as our bodies glide through the water like a misshapen log. Well, I love it!
Training is going pretty well so far and I am managing to haul myself out from beneath the covers at 5am most mornings. The whimsical tunes of the boys boarding-house wakeup call gives a little company in an otherwise lonely Clifton pool. I am doing a 3km training swim with the Howick Prep swim team at Midmar dam on Friday. That should be fun…no walls to push off every 25 yards shouldn’t pose too much of a challenge…I hope. I will be accompanying them on their annual Midmar Dam Swim Tour from the 27th till the 30th of November. One lap of Midmar in four days –
EPIC!!! Did it last year and it was AWESOME! The only really freaky bit was swimming across the dam wall…the concrete really dug into my chest *joke*! But really, I could stop thinking about those giant catfish called Vundu that exist in Lake Kariba; could there be one in Midmar? Lurking in the inky depths at the foot of the wall?
Maybe I’ll drag a line from my toe with a chunk of bait on the end and find out…
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