I had my first swim lesson today. At 33 years old. Crazy, huh?
It went well. I have this guy named Bubba teaching me. Pretty old. Scruffy beard. Bit of a belly. You know typical swim coach.
Anyway the lesson went good. Bubba is an old Navy rescue diver (don’t let his looks fool you). He did a great job breaking down the things I was doing wrong (which was almost everything) and gave me some tips to help me breath (the key here is to keep blowing air out of your body while your head is under water).
Why are you taking swim classes Mike? Well, glad you asked. I’d like to do another triathlon sometime next summer (http://trifind.com).
Why’s that? I don’t know. Quit asking me stupid questions.
5 more weeks with Bubba and I shall be the next Michael Phelps (minus the medicinal marijuana). Looking forward to it.
Why did you write this post Mike? I think of this site as my accountability group. So once I write it on here it’s official. You’ll hold me accountable, right? You bet good looking man.
I also need a road bike for the race. Gotta start saving up the cash now. Hire me to consult you on … stuff … and maybe I can get that bike sooner, ok?
A little triathlon motivation. This dude is amazing.
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