Dory : "Where is everybody"

Well, get this - I googled for swimming blogs, and the results were, ermm... not encouraging. We have almost endless running blogs, far and wide. I have befriended many great friends through them blogs etc, but the situation is almost entirely opposite with swimming. 

Why is that? Isn't swimming somewhat similar to running - we swim our own swim? Put on my cap and goggle (of course the shorts too), dip in the pool, and off I go. Like running, I may not need a line, all I need is directions. Even destination is not a prerequisite. How often have I set to start running Bukit Aman to Double Hills but never made it there? Too often kahkahkah!

Swimming is also an affordable hobby. Notwithstanding the unlimited choices for swimming gear etc, it could almost be free to do. Running, too, right? Both have its risks, as all things in life.

On another note, biking blogs are aplenty too. It seems to have garnered momentous significance, that it is unbelievably hard not to like biking. What is not to like? Apart from its fast and furious nature, it helps to reduce carbon emission IF we travel with it to some places. Would I swim to buy a packet of belacan? I could run, or bike, but not swim.

Swimming is a great exercise. Swimmers have gorgeous physiques. Swimmers are able to see the other world underwater, to the privileged some. Not bad, eh this swimming thing. Not all sport activities allows us to shower/be clean (relatively) while having a great workout? I'd just completing my LSD and smelling like a grumpy racoon, and still, fresh shower will not be immediately available (and we are sensible enough not to swim in stench).

Strangely enough, many runners/triathletes swims regularly, the former regime takes precedence. There are tonnes of diet tips pre, during and post race, preparation for LSDs, training plans, hydration plans, race reports etc etc. But, little do I read about swimming. 

It is either it is the least favourable discipline, or people have all grown flippers, and they could swim like Merliah and Elina inside Mermaidia (ok, too much Barbie movies) that there is nothing to talk about. Or swimming is just a medium, because there are tonnes of diving blogs.

What is to say about swimming (in the pool) anyway? There is nothing to see at the bottom, except for some lines off the mosaics. There is no cool air, or views of the rolling hills, or the faint scent of jasmines. We can't converse, gossip about the actor who beats his wife, and gauge our heartrate through laughters. 

Even with companies, swimming is too individual a sport, eh? Perhaps that's it.

It is Week 4 since I started sneaking for my lunch break swims, and into my 4th month of swimming lessons. April is fast ending, and we are scouting around for Iris' swimming classes. She badly need this, and after all, she is kind of bitten my the swim bug lately. Maybe she'll start one blog when she grows older.