A little about Sport relief

If you haven’t heard about Sport relief, or unsure what it’s all about, here’s some info.

http://www.sportrelief.com/where-your-money-goes?utm_source=bbc_portal&utm_medium=link&utm_campaign=where_your_money_goes

Tough training swim

Well, it’s less than 72 hours to “Sport Relief” and the nerves are really starting to kick in, but I’m excited at the same time.

Yesterday, I had a swimming lesson, it was a great lesson and there’s a post in progress, about it, but first I want to blog about tonight’s training swim.

My throat is still sore, my voice still squeaky, five people at work are now down with it. It’s almost like a role-call each day, as we identify each “new victim”.  It’s actually, becoming highly amusing, laughing at each others attempts at communicating, through squeaky, tortured, whispered voices.

I prepared for tonight’s training swim, taking my blue inhaler before I got in the pool. I was incredibly disappointed and frustrated, by the fact I quickly found myself really struggling. A minute, to swim 20 metres…what’s all that about? Five lengths in, had to stop. I started to worry, a 100 metres and I’m struggling. I’ve got to do 15 times that in three days time.

Ten minutes in, my chest was tight and sore. I thought “that’s it, I have to give up”. I conceded, that Sports Relief, was out of my grasp and decided to get out the pool.

Then I thought, “don’t be such a stupid idiot”. I stopped myself, mid-track to the steps, had a think and gave myself a good talking too.

I have been unwell, I am still not great, I’ve had to take time out and I’m still recovering. I had only taken my inhaler, just as I got into the pool, it takes 20 minutes to properly kick in, I’d been in only 10.

I decided, that I needed to stop being a “over-dramatic idiot” and get on with it. There are a lot of people out there, supporting me, sponsoring for me and my friend M is determined to be there for me, despite being barely able to walk herself, she’s planning on getting the Metro over to where I work 10 miles away. Hoe amazing is that?

I re-focused my thinking and set back off, up the pool, short sets, let myself warm up, keeping positive. I know I can do it. Focus on what my tutors have taught me.

After each set, I felt better, stronger, more positive. I can do this, I can smash it! Don’t let the negative thoughts creep in. Times were coming down, 45 seconds for breast stroke, thirty for front crawl.

Feeling happier and more confident, I decided to try a longer swim. I comfortably managed 400m, without stopping. I could of gone further, but I my decision is, to focus on sets of 400m, not to push myself too hard, not to exhaust myself ahead of the “big night”.

I am so glad, I worked my way through the massive brick wall I hit. That I didn’t just look at it and react like “Rex” in Toy Story 2, when faced with the busy road, turn round, give up, declaring “Oh well I tried”. Deep down, I know that if I’d taken that view point, I wouldn’t really of tried, I would of actually given up before I tried. I’m learning more and more, that learning to swim, like I guess many sports, is as much about psychological ability to cope with difficulties as well as physical. My mantra,  is becoming g more and more, “I’m nothing if not determined”

By the time I came out the pool, I’d managed a total of 900 metres, I’m really proud of that, really proud.

I’m exhausted now and my balance is shot, I’m really wobbly on my feet. Time to rest, tomorrow I’m heading, back in again. I am not and can not give up.

Following on from tonight’s swim, I received and E mail from swimathon, and news of another sponsor. It was just what I needed, both reminded me of why I am doing this. Why I am doing this.

I will swim myself proud!

What must the neighbours think….

What must the neighbours think,  when they see my car parked up, alongside a number of others?

My car, is the only car, with its windows steamed up, on the inside. There are certain connotations, with cars that have steamed up windows…mine is down to the simple fact, that I left my wet swimming gear lying round the car!

Sewing badges

I’ve decided,  to sew my badges on my towel, realising that it may be a bit of an arduous task as there are 13 in total, I decided to cheat a bit. As a girl guide leader, training I know that such a thing as “badge glue” exhists. Perfect, or so I thought, bit of glue, clag (stick) them on, jobs a good ‘Un!

Boyed up, with my initiative, I got in my car and headed down to local retail park which predictably, for Saturday, was heaving.

I headed in to the large craft store outlet and purchased, the afformentioned glue. After a quick diversion in to the newly opened, sports store a few doors I headed home, excited at the thought of trying out my new purchase.

After reading the instructions carefully, feeling almost like a Blue Peter presenter, I set to work on my new project.

I decided to go for a tester, my 25m badge. I did as instructed, applied glue to both badge and towel, then after waiting for it to go tacky, applied the badge to towel. The glue immediately soaked through, both towel and badge, leaving a dark sticky residue on the badge. Not a good start.

After ensuring the badge was, joined to the towel, I left it to dry. An hour later, I returned, picked the towel up, only to witness the badge, part company with the towel, fall to the floor, picking up bits of fluff, on the residual glue, from the carpet on landing.

Somewhat disappointed, with the lack of success, it’s back to the drawing board. A needle and cotton. Or else, take it with me, when I next visit my grandma and do as I did as a Guide, ask her to sew them on!

Swimming with emotion…

It’s Monday, it’s 2am and I’m wide awake, I am due at work in 7 hours. I can’t sleep.

I’m laid here, thinking about the week ahead, the challenges of the week ahead. Finally this is it,  after weeks of anticipation, hard work, practice, training and brilliant support from my swim tutors at Swim NE, this is the week I take part in Sport Relief, a chance to “swim myself proud”.

I am already incredibly happy with my progress so far, people tell me I’m an inspiration. I am only an inspiration if I inspire others to give it a go, to get in the pool, or to take up some form of exercise or sport.

If someone, had told me, 10 months ago I would where I am now, I would of laughed at them, yet here I am. Here I am, preparing for Sport Relief, having progressed to ASA stage 8 and swam a mile.

The excitement is beginning to build, I want to do this, no I want to smash this. My sponsorship total stands at £135, my aim was a £100, I thought it would be difficult to reach that. I have been left, humbled, at the overwhelming support and kindness from family, friends friends and collegues.

I want to stand on the side of the pool afterwards, smiling, proud and wearing the “Sport relief medal”, knowing that this is something I’ve worked for, something I’ve achieved. Knowing in doing so, I will have helped raised money for those in need, those in poorer countries, those in our country. It  may be only a tiny amount of the final total, but as a famous supermarket states “every little helps”.

The person, who helped inspire me, who shared his love of swimming with me, who took me swimming as a child, my grandad, won’t be there. He left us, many years ago.

Sadly, he had given up swimming many years prior to my birth, being announced to him in the White Swan pub, where he gone for a rare pint. Though he expressed a wish to teach us to swim, he never was able to. I remember, though, how he described with pride, the fact he’d swim the width of the River Humber as in his youth and I hope, that some of my ability to swim, was inherited from this wonderful gentleman.

This week, and the swim itself, isn’t going to be easy, but as my friend described me “I’m a stubborn, crazy red head” if I can find a way I will. It’s so frustrating, that I’ve worked so hard for this, yet I have no real control over when my asthma decides to “kick off”. I’m already maxed out on meds, there’s nothing else they can prescribe me, currently, to reduce the incidence and severity of exacerbations.

What I do have control over, is how I manage the exacerbation. I’m not going to roll over and give up. I’m determined, if it safe to do so, if my lungs are able to cope with the demands swimming places on them, to swim the 1.5km. Not just for me, but those who have sponsored me, supported me, taught me and for those who will gain benefit from the money raised.

I want smash this!!

OK….prednisolone it is!

The decision’s made, I have to go on to prednisolone. I am not acutely unwell, but I’m skating on thin ice.

My peak flows are all over the place, I’m yo-yoing between being very symptomatic and being asymptomatic, I’m under a lot of stress both personally and with work. In addition to this,  I’m tired.

I know my asthma, well, I know that a sustained period of instability can put me at risk of a severe attack, in response to the smallest trigger. In 2014, such a situation arose, I did nothing, for three weeks, not judging my PF to be ” not to be bad enough to warrant steroids’. I walked into walk, one Monday morning, I left an hour and half later, in an ambulance, blue-lighted to hospital.

Thankfully, my colleagues took the right action, they got me on a nebuliser, gave me pred and dialled 999.  The paramedic who cared for me, praised the swift action of my collegues, without which, I would of have been waving “bye bye” to planet earth within an hour!

It’s a tough call, it sits outside of the boundaries of my care plan, but I know it’s the right decision.

I am going to take each day, as it comes, I am still planning towards taking part in Swimathon on Friday. It’s just so, so frustrating. I’ve done everything I can, but I can not plan for my asthma.