I go to the pool with a bag full of bath toys. I have a towel, simring and puffs. The stuff is called, of course, not so when you are my age. It's called the pull buoy and paddles. My pull buoy is a plastmojäng, it looks like a giant unpeeled peanut, knips fixed between the thighs and allow the legs to float. To do that I can focus on hand and arm movements. Paddles are plastic trays, large as my palm, which I attach, one on each hand.
I'm trying to get better at swimming, and it goes slowly. I have previously told you about this here in DN and got many encouraging e-mails. Thank you!
so far, was that I had not understood that swimming is a materialsport. Nothing cheers you up like trying to shop themselves to get better. So I went away in an online shop and bought the buoyancy.
I clench the thighs together on my pull buoy and try to swim. Unfortunately, the drops I at least as quickly as before because I can't use my legs to struggle me to the horizontal position.
the Paddles feels clumsy and I don't get up any greater speed.
I seek the help of mästersimmare Mats that regularly supported my rampage. He was surprised at my inability to float, and I show off my pull buoy.
I squeezed it like this, " I say.
He looks first confused, and then bursts he's up in a friendly smile.
" But you've had it up and down?
Augustin Erba is the editor of DN Saturday and was not at all bitter over the fact that it snowed yesterday. Not at all.