It seems from hanging around here for a while that most of us have had some sort of physical challenge to overcome while getting back into swimming, mine was the fact that I smoked for about 28 years and it has taken a while to get back into a little bit of shape.
Anybody else? Kind of interested to know what others have had to go through. Some pretty inspirational stories out there!!!!!!!
It's maybe not the greatest travail to overcome, but the sundry elements in the obstacle course do add up. It started with highly convoluted romantical entanglement gone awry, leaving in its wake all the usual symptoms of serotonin depletion, appetite loss, emaciation, and that snake skin confinement panic that makes you want to molt so bad you can hardly stand it.
This was followed by work distress, a cold, and a cracked molar--my last one left on the lower jaws! I can no longer describe myself as long in the tooth. I am instead low on the tooth--especially the grinders. No pretzels ever again? Gruel and fish paste were to be my new constant companions by the side of the pool. Anyhow, the ejected molar turned into a dry socket; a vial or tow a pain pills and disgusting scooping procedure with dental instruments; and two weeks on a coach later, I was completely deconditioned and lacking in glycogen from a sustained inability to eat thanks to the dental pain and nausea from the drugs.
So back in the pool 2 1/2 weeks later, I now have hypoglycemia after 1000 yards of so, still searching a cure.
Give me a couple weeks and I hope to be back full strength.
It's maybe not the greatest travail to overcome, but the sundry elements in the obstacle course do add up. It started with highly convoluted romantical entanglement gone awry, leaving in its wake all the usual symptoms of serotonin depletion, appetite loss, emaciation, and that snake skin confinement panic that makes you want to molt so bad you can hardly stand it.
This was followed by work distress, a cold, and a cracked molar--my last one left on the lower jaws! I can no longer describe myself as long in the tooth. I am instead low on the tooth--especially the grinders. No pretzels ever again? Gruel and fish paste were to be my new constant companions by the side of the pool. Anyhow, the ejected molar turned into a dry socket; a vial or tow a pain pills and disgusting scooping procedure with dental instruments; and two weeks on a coach later, I was completely deconditioned and lacking in glycogen from a sustained inability to eat thanks to the dental pain and nausea from the drugs.
So back in the pool 2 1/2 weeks later, I now have hypoglycemia after 1000 yards of so, still searching a cure.
Give me a couple weeks and I hope to be back full strength.
