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Great swimmer. When I was 6 of 7 we got a built in pool. I was terrified of the water. Anyway one bright sunny warm day my Dad threw me in and said, "swim or die". I learned to swim.
Dad threw me in the deep end when I was about 5, dog paddled panicked to the edge and he declared me a swimmer and forever more I have been.
50 and a rough water swimmer at La Jolla Cove in the Pacific Ocean, strong but pathetically slow- the old gals seem to kick my ass lol (my excuse I tell myself is that they have more buoyant body fat). I love nothing more than the quiet power of being a mile out from shore, a bit tired and knowing you have to bring forth the moxie to get back into that rhythm of being one with the waves and currents and make your way back all on your own. I never feel more alive than after having finished a particularly challenging ocean swim, with rays, dolphins, seals and yes, sharks (mostly harmless leopards) to surprise you between strokes and sometimes even guide you back into shore.
My mom on the other hand now that is something to see- even when we had a pool when I was a kid whenever she got in it was fascinating to watch; like a wind-up toy with flailing arms and legs splashing about yet no momentum at all beyond a slow sinking to the bottom.
I really feel for folks who can't swim but I don't understand it- it is the most natural thing in the world for me to do, enough so that I often have dreams where I am breathing the cool water like a fish while swimming deep in it.
Dad threw me in the deep end when I was about 5, dog paddled panicked to the edge and he declared me a swimmer and forever more I have been.
50 and a rough water swimmer at La Jolla Cove in the Pacific Ocean, strong but pathetically slow- the old gals seem to kick my ass lol (my excuse I tell myself is that they have more buoyant body fat). I love nothing more than the quiet power of being a mile out from shore, a bit tired and knowing you have to bring forth the moxie to get back into that rhythm of being one with the waves and currents and make your way back all on your own. I never feel more alive than after having finished a particularly challenging ocean swim, with rays, dolphins, seals and yes, sharks (mostly harmless leopards) to surprise you between strokes and sometimes even guide you back into shore.
For anyone curious, La Jolla Cove beach is shown in the below photo, and people here regularly swim from this beach all the way to the beach way off in the upper left, called La Jolla Shores. Like T. Damon mentioned, there are sometimes sharks out there, as well as sting rays.
Personally, I've never done this long ocean swim myself. I just go snorkeling at the Cove.
I've been swimming since I was probably around 7 - 8 years old.
I lived in Hawaii from age 6 to 11 and learned there. My father was intent on making sure I could swim. As a result I turned into a very strong swimmer. Actually, that is the only "sport" I do well.
My Mom took my brother and I to the YWCA for swimming lessons when we were little.
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