Day 3 and Day 4 fell on a weekend. Weekend meant more people, I thought. Apart from the regulars there were other people who had come to the pool to swim.
Some people were there with the whole family in attendance. The kids were having a whale of a time in the pool with their father's teaching them how to swim or egging them on to go for another round. The moms sat on plastic chairs looking on.
This meant that there were a lot of kids who were encroaching into my place at the baby pool. I was now picking up pace in floating from one end of the (baby) pool to the other. My coach asked me to flap my legs by holding the parapet. I was able to do it, but when I was floating from one end to the other, my left leg was mostly stiff and wouldn't listen to my commands. Now more kids were giving me smiles. I was growing immune to it.
By the end of the weekend I was flapping my way to glory, I mean, my legs! I was moving in the (baby) pool flapping my legs like a fish! I was ecstatic. I came home and told my wife, "I have started flapping my legs in the pool. I am able to move faster."
The reaction.....
"Still in the baby pool? You haven't started swimming with your hands?"
Puff!!!!
By the end of the weekend I was flapping my way to glory, I mean, my legs! I was moving in the (baby) pool flapping my legs like a fish! I was ecstatic. I came home and told my wife, "I have started flapping my legs in the pool. I am able to move faster."
The reaction.....
"Still in the baby pool? You haven't started swimming with your hands?"
Puff!!!!
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