Took an early morning swim. I don’t really know how to swim but I know how to float and that’s all I need for a start. Just like in mountain biking. I don’t know how to fly but I know how to land and that’s all I need to jump my bike. After all, you don’t begin as an expert.
I had my first swimming lessons in Kawit, Medellin during my college practicum. Yes, my college degree is education. Some people reacted to that like I was breaking the discovery about the earth orbiting the sun and not otherwise. The guy who taught me is a triathlete named Job Paul Cereño. Other efforts before that formal lesson were attempts at not drowning.
What I do can’t be qualified as swimming but at least I know now how to get from one point to another, even if the water is above my nose.
The tide was high this morning when I took my sister to school. The water was quite inviting and I was having some Michael Phelps delusion so down I went.
The bridge in Catarman, Liloan is a popular diving spot...for kids and adults who are not into the bourgeois type of diving. To get there, you just have to follow this map I stole from Google:
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