My weekly swim class seemed to be improving. Now this was either in my head, or I was in fact getting better. Even my instructor and fellow classmates said I was getting better. They are either super nice people and great liars, or I was in fact getting better.
A few weeks ago I really thought I was doing well. I was swimming along, but at the end of each lap I had to stop. I had to stop and pull my suit up. I thought for sure I had dressed myself wrong. Granted, putting on a one piece bathing suit seems pretty straight forward and given the back cutouts of mine I was positive I had it on the right away. And yet, I had to keep pulling my suit up.
It was too big. I had just got this suit a month prior for the Indoor TRI. It was too big. I was flashing people as I swam. Now thankfully there wasn't a crowd, and while in the water moving along there wasn't much of a show.
Reality is, I was catching water in the front of my suit. Prior to swimming that day I didn't have any idea that was "a thing".
A few weeks ago I really thought I was doing well. I was swimming along, but at the end of each lap I had to stop. I had to stop and pull my suit up. I thought for sure I had dressed myself wrong. Granted, putting on a one piece bathing suit seems pretty straight forward and given the back cutouts of mine I was positive I had it on the right away. And yet, I had to keep pulling my suit up.
It was too big. I had just got this suit a month prior for the Indoor TRI. It was too big. I was flashing people as I swam. Now thankfully there wasn't a crowd, and while in the water moving along there wasn't much of a show.
Reality is, I was catching water in the front of my suit. Prior to swimming that day I didn't have any idea that was "a thing".
Every week after I swim in class I go upstairs and train for an hour. I am beyond fortunate that my swim instructor is the boyfriend of my trainer. The dynamic of the two of them knowing me is more than I can ever convey into words.
It was during training that I learned about the previously mentioned "catching water". You see, my swim instructor didn't know how to tell me so he had his girlfriend tell me. I think it's hilarious. I also was slightly thankful that I wasn't making the struggle is up on my head. It really was an issue.
By the graces of goodness, Kristine had a suit that she once tried to wear and it was too big on her. It fit! It was far more revealing than I ever thought I'd wear, let alone in front of other people. I felt like a swimmer!
I never would have imagined I'd wear a suit like that, much less in front of people multiple times a week. The unfortunate news is that I'm starting to "catch water" again. Too bad it was "a thing" and not just a made up triathlon term.
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