Wednesday 26 October 2011

Back to basics

Interesting, after an extraordinary breakthrough swim, I have had two weeks with very little swimming except in a small hotel pool in Prague while running a leadership session, I cancelled my tuesday lesson due to roofing our new log cabin (ow our knees). I finally swam properly yesterday with guidance as usual from Frosty, one armed catchup and two armed catch up drills, a reminder again of how easily bad habits kick in and how we need to keep revisiting the basics to help us grow.

This theme led me to think about one of my colleagues who has apparently been catalysed by conversations around my swimming challenge, and has signed up for some zen swimming lessons, (way to go Phil). Surprise, surprise his first lesson will take him back to the basics of floating and gliding in the water, I know, I did it for months!

To expand our skills, perhaps we do sometimes need to approach learning with the simplicity and wonder of youth, to clear our minds, and just embrace 'what is', our kids can teach us a thing or two about that! I'm off swimming in the 50M pool at high wycombe tomorrow, someone pass me the armbands....

Wednesday 12 October 2011

How would it be.... 11 October 2011

If you could just swim, with no agenda, no judgement, no counting strokes, no unhealthy fear. That was the sentence in my mind today as I strode purposefully into the gently swelling sea, bathwater warm mingled with icewater cold (what is that phenomenon ?), brought on by the course I am on with Rebecca Watson and her team, finding the source within, parking my ego, and breathing.

I didn’t set a goal today although I gave myself maximum chance by placing shoes at one end of the 2k beach and walking right to the other end:) I just held that thought, and swam, and although hard to express now in its simplicity :- I was just ‘being’, me, the stroke, the sea, the sun, and the source.

The oddest and most elating part of this tale is I swam past my shoes, and then turned around and swam back. No big drama, No second guessing, No fear. Just the odd bit of seaweed and a sense of being supported by a new friend who met me on arrival, the same voice that had been in my head before, was just there instead, for the last 1/8th of my swim, walking down the beach, there if i needed, and not if I didn’t.

How would it be...if I could just swim with no agenda, no judgement, no counting strokes, no unhealthy fear.

It w

ould be 4kilometers in 1 hour 20 minutes, It was perfect.

The more I practice, the quieter the voices become... 10 October 2011

I am trying to turn up the volume of the voices I want to hear, and down those that I don’t. In fact, what served me today was to focus on the sunshine on my back, the rhythm of the swim, the height of my elbows, and enjoying the passing buildings as I just kept going, I know one day it will feel as easy as doing karate (able to balance, co-ordinating limbs to get ultimate power, constant adjustment, muscles aching, breathless and sweating when I try too hard, and wonderful when I am in flow), only another 9 years and 6 months to go then...

Seasickness is something they warned us about, today was a bit windier, therefore choppier, and my new strategy worked - swim half way up the bay and back (stony beach, ouch), but also against the tide and heaving waves, my voice certainly had to be encouraged to quiet down, and remembering it is likely to be that way in the channel, it was comforting to know I can deal with it in this dosage, now it is all about learning to deal with more of it, with the rolling feeling, the sea water cocktails, and the noise of the waves crashing over my head, time for a mini ipod perhaps, maybe with a very old children’s book chant we used to say to our children playing on it....

I can I can, I know I can...said the little engine... I can I can I know I Can.

Just one Mile with no stops... by Christmas - 9 October 2011

Sunday was a glorious day, I swam 3/4 of the bay, with the voice of Joe (one of the retreat attendees) in my ear “if you want to swim an hour just don’t get out :), Well it focused my mind, I tried to turn back to keep swimming and got caught by tides and cramp, the enormity of the sea against a 6 month swimmer overwhelmed, and a 20 minute walk back on the beach to my towel, made me think I needed to have a different strategy around my shoes!

He ran the beach from the same point I swam that day and informed me it was a 2k run according to his Nike chip and Iphone - so, without too much pomp and ceremony, I did my mile with a few stops to clear my lungs from salt water, and enough pride to take the lead in a gang of Lions :)

Sunny Malaga - 8 October 2011

Well, La Herradura to be precise, and sunny only in patches! A relatively still day for my first real solo swim in the sea, no-one waiting on land to wave assurance to, just myself to rely on. I set bitesize goals for myself to prevent the feeling of swimming endlessly, ‘up to the coloured bouys’, 100 strokes more, up to the yellow tent, white van, they all helped, and yet I still found I played games with myself, ‘It must be time to take a breather, the tent is within spitting distance, that counts’, I had to give myself a talking to ‘its ok, only a few more strokes, its your word’..

I wonder why it is that with this particular skill i am building that I do that, perhaps because its all so conscious, there is little that excites me about putting my face into salty water, although fortunately there was azure blue sea with pretty coloured fish to watch and take my mind off the ‘chatter’. I swam for 40 minutes I reckon, with a few breather stops for no more than a minute,but it is the ONLY sport i have ever done that this elusive hour haunts me, normally I am wishing time would slow down.

Maybe time slows down a bit when we connect more to the experience we are having, savouring the life we live, noticing the smells, the tastes, the sounds, and most of all our feelings, I am noticing my fear and being kind to myself (well, maybe the odd ‘don’t be ridiculous’ still slips out), but what a great lesson, to put ourselves in the way of something that brings up these incredible emotions and valuing them for what they are ‘a way of keeping us safe/ noticing something is wrong’ rather than judging them.

Remember that old book “ Feel the fear and do it anyway”, maybe its time for me to read that again....