The Diabetes Training Camp Cruise Ship
Disclaimer: this was a dream.
There’s a bike race track that goes around the ship all oval like, it’s wide enough for 5 cyclists. There’s several olympic size pools. There’s a rock climbing wall. There’s a wave to surf on. I’m in heaven.
We’re walking around the deck chatting, a good friend and I. I lean over the edge of the ship and see that there are people swimming in the ocean and that they’re shooting out of the side of the ship doing cannon balls and whatnot. I get all bright eyed and bushitailed and turn to my friend and before I can even say anything, I get told that I can’t do that until we talk, a serious talk. The look on her face is foreboding.
We walk indoors and sit down on a couch in the parlor. I won’t even look at her because I have this feeling that I’m in trouble. And then it comes “you’re being reckless. you don’t even think about what you’re doing anymore, you just go do it without thinking of the consequences. you’re going to almost kill yourself again if you don’t succeed in killing yourself this time because of your stupidity.” At that, I look at her. I can’t say anything because she’s right, so i squint my eyes together, get up, and head towards where peeps are putting wetsuits on.
Celeste the swim coach is there telling them that swimming in the ocean is very different from the pool. There are waves, big waves, and so not only do you have to compete with the peeps, but you’re competing with the waves too. I’m listening to this as I put on a wetsuit. It fits perfectly everywhere except for the legs which are too long. So, being the smart person I am, I grab some scissors and some wetsuit glue sealant stuff and I make the legs the proper size. As I finish the right leg, the second one, Celeste comes over and tells me that since I just customized the suit to fit me that I have to swim 100 extra laps in the pool. I look up at her, raise my eyebrow, get up and head towards the tube that shoots us down into the ocean. She’s hot on my tail yelling at me about how I’m not getting out of those laps.
I shoot out of the ship, do several somersaults in the air and hit the water, which for the ocean, was suprisingly warm. Celeste lands within a couple yards of me and I start swimming for my life except compared to her, I’m like a shark fighting with it’s food when I swim, she’s like an eel that moves with no trace. There’s no competition, she had me before I started. In no time she’s got me over at the ladder and again tells me I owe 100 laps. I roll my eyes and start doing the math. 50m x 100 laps = 5000m 1600m=1mile (cause i’m too lazy to use 1609) 1600…3200…4800…I look down, I HAVE TO SWIM 3 MILES???
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Hi there, it’s really good to see a well written blog that’s insightful as well as entertaining. cheers!
I used to go to the community swimming pool to take my swimming lessons. I must say the trainers there are very professional and friendly.