I’m slowly getting to love pool training (either that or i got brainwashed).
I really like dry training and i got into it very quickly when i started training last year. On dry i can push myself to states of suffering so beyond of what i can do in the pool or the sea. But that’s not good enough for Bub (still short of Beelzebub- gosh im so happy he is not on social media and that he’s unaware of the stuff i say about him) , who wanted me to pool all the time, and we had several arguments about it. I used to find all sorts of excuses not to go, and then it was winter and the pool got cold so I had a real excuse.
Then when it warmed again, Bub came all the way to Tenerife and threw me in the pool himself: he started counting down, and told me to do a long dive, and that I better stay down until I’m properly tired. I started protesting, and he told me, the more you speak the less you breathe, and then he kept counting down mercilessly. In the moment I almost panicked and when he said “official top” I felt super unprepared but I took a breath and started swimming; I did 150 meters bifins, came up tired but with air to spare.
He immediately started the next (short) count down and made me do another long (but a bit shorter) one, and then another one, and then a shit ton of sprints, that day I learned a few new things:
1- I don’t need to feel all zen before a dive (in fact i dont need to feel at all)
2- I’m capable of more than I think
3- Pool training is really not that bad
