Well, since I first embarked on this fitness journey, my main aim is always to lose weight since my weight now is 10kg over my normal weight. But my hidden aim is to keep the disease, diabetes, at bay as my family has a long history fighting this disease. So I am at a real risk of contracting it, compounded with the ever increasing waistline. As you all know, one of the sure-fire ways to gauge your risk of getting diabetes is by inspecting our own waistline; the bigger it is the higher the risk.
So, my journey started with something relatively easy, running. You can’t really go wrong with running as it is the normal human locomotive progression from crawling and walking. It is also an activity that is not so strenuous, well I’m a slow snail, considering my torn ligaments in both my knees. After I was infected with the running bug, I was naturally attracted to the sport of triathlon, the holy trinity of swimming, cycling and running. There’s a masochistic beauty in triathlon that I admire, that my interest turn into fascination.
However, lo and behold, though I can run and cycle, my ability to propel myself in a body of water is non-existence. I should be ashamed of calling myself an island boy living in this beautiful island of Temasek. I can breastroke myself a bit but it takes a huge toll on my faulty and creaky knees. After some reading, I discovered that the freestyle or the front crawl, is the most common and efficient stroke to use in triathlon. But I know zilch about this particular swimming style.
Thus, I set myself the goal of learning the freestyle during this last month of my school holidays. Now, it has been two weeks since I’ve started learning from a buddy of mine, scrutinising the YouTube videos, poring over the threads in the beginnertriathlete forum and lending an ear to a nenek tua who has been dispensing sagely advices from time to time.
The beginning was seriously torturous due to my innate fear of water. And I couldn’t even float as the thick tree trunk I call my thighs keep pulling my body down. But suffice to say, I think my Hell Week is finally over as this week marks a milestone in my swimming endeavour. I have been swimming for five days straight from Monday till today, Friday. I’m glad to say my thrashings in the water have begun to resemble some semblance of the freestyle and I have managed to swim till the halfway point of the pool. So yay to me!
Now, what’s left of the jigsaw puzzle is to spend more time in the pool to perfect and finetune the strokes and make myself more comfortable in the water. And I’m long overdue to have my knees consulted by an orthopedic.