Últimamente tengo la espalda pochapochísima. De vez en cuando me duelen la lumbares cosa mala, lo que hace que me mueva como una tortuga artítrica. Con las vacaciones de Navidades aparqué el baile y al cabo de unos días mi espalda se fue arrugando y tuve un par de momentos de levantarme y quedarme encasquillada en un ángulo de sesenta grados. Parece que tengo que hacer más ejercicio para fortalecer la espalda, así que decidí retomar la natación. Sé nadar, pero para coger el ritmo y obligarme a bit, I chose to go to school.
I went to get tested for a few weeks ago at the pool:
- Take three long, one to crawl, breaststroke, and another to the last one back.
Three long after ...
- Emm, well, swim well, I'll put in the high level, but the truth is that it fails a little breathing.
What I missed a little breathing? A little? the guy was very diplomatic because I nearly drowned after three periods. And do not know how to swim, but for my deplorable state of my pitiful shape and lung capacity.
So with this background I went to the first class a little gouging. I imagined hordes of swimmers passing me on the street at full speed and looking bad for being extremely slow. With all these thoughts of being overwhelmed in the head arrived at the site where it was farmed my class.
say that there was a lot of people would be inaccurate. There were many people waiting. A couple? no. Rather, no waiting. Because, as I found out later, the class is very small: It's me. Well, and the monitor. The monitor and me.
The kid had me swimming forty-five minutes without stopping. " course, as you are alone you have no rest ... Would not you rather go another hour, so you're less alone and less boring? "he asked, his voice mellow. Then I realized that their working hours just when my class ends ... and if I'm there I can not escape a ratillo before. But to the annoyance of poor monitor, that's the only time I'm going really well, so I have him there, giving me kind of tired myself. I do not care too much to be alone and, against all odds, I still have not drowned in the middle of the pool, sunk by the weight of my own head. But I think the monitor is going to get back at me, because at the end of the first class, said:
- I thought that one day a week I'm going to start doing crunches. And sit. Y. ..
Of course, the record that I am learning a lot. I'm learning exactly how to place the arms in front crawl and stuff. And, well, the most important lesson: the importance of color. Let me explain. I was swimming along behind my first and I heard as well as distorted and far away " nooooOOOOOOUUUUUUuu ." Did not relate to me and two seconds later I heard "plonc." Now that distorted or not heard in the distance. I heard loud and clearly, exactly the time my head slammed into the curb and damage you did cag * s. So the first lesson was useful for my monitor " Do you see the colors of things that separate these streets? Squints and if you see red, FOR . "
Anda, if the bright colors it has outlived its usefulness and is not just for pretty.
I went to get tested for a few weeks ago at the pool:
- Take three long, one to crawl, breaststroke, and another to the last one back.
Three long after ...
- Emm, well, swim well, I'll put in the high level, but the truth is that it fails a little breathing.
What I missed a little breathing? A little? the guy was very diplomatic because I nearly drowned after three periods. And do not know how to swim, but for my deplorable state of my pitiful shape and lung capacity.
So with this background I went to the first class a little gouging. I imagined hordes of swimmers passing me on the street at full speed and looking bad for being extremely slow. With all these thoughts of being overwhelmed in the head arrived at the site where it was farmed my class.
say that there was a lot of people would be inaccurate. There were many people waiting. A couple? no. Rather, no waiting. Because, as I found out later, the class is very small: It's me. Well, and the monitor. The monitor and me.
The kid had me swimming forty-five minutes without stopping. " course, as you are alone you have no rest ... Would not you rather go another hour, so you're less alone and less boring? "he asked, his voice mellow. Then I realized that their working hours just when my class ends ... and if I'm there I can not escape a ratillo before. But to the annoyance of poor monitor, that's the only time I'm going really well, so I have him there, giving me kind of tired myself. I do not care too much to be alone and, against all odds, I still have not drowned in the middle of the pool, sunk by the weight of my own head. But I think the monitor is going to get back at me, because at the end of the first class, said:
- I thought that one day a week I'm going to start doing crunches. And sit. Y. ..
Of course, the record that I am learning a lot. I'm learning exactly how to place the arms in front crawl and stuff. And, well, the most important lesson: the importance of color. Let me explain. I was swimming along behind my first and I heard as well as distorted and far away " nooooOOOOOOUUUUUUuu ." Did not relate to me and two seconds later I heard "plonc." Now that distorted or not heard in the distance. I heard loud and clearly, exactly the time my head slammed into the curb and damage you did cag * s. So the first lesson was useful for my monitor " Do you see the colors of things that separate these streets? Squints and if you see red, FOR . "
Anda, if the bright colors it has outlived its usefulness and is not just for pretty. 
