These athletes lurk in the swimming pools, swiftly making turns and keeping their eye fixed on you with bullet like precision. They aren't swimmers-- if that's what you're thinking. They are aqua joggers. You might think of grandmas and the atrophied elderly when you think of aqua jogging. But again, you would be wrong. If these elderly athletes are really aqua jogging, I'd pit them against an MMA wrestler any day, because aqua jogging is a sport for the dedicated, the driven, and the downright hardcore.
|Uh hu..this is what you thought of, isn't it?|
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We both started our watches and I wiped the nervous sweat from my face and began. Aqua jogging, my friends, is extreme. I began to tread under the water, fixing my eyes ahead. Before I knew it, my friend had reached the wall, and whipped around splashing water up in my eyes. Frantically, I pulled my hands up and wiped my face. But my hands were wet too! I was panicking, and in all the wetness: I forgot to tread water! It was my worst nightmare come true! I blinked furiously to clear my vision, in fear of what I could come across without being able to see the lane in front of me. A shark? A barracuda?! The possibilities where terrifyingly endless. And just as all hope was lost, my friend looked over as blasted by in my right peripheral. "We're on," she said, as if the world wasn't ending.
With that, the water began to stir up and I decided I had to move or else I was doomed to float in the middle of that pool forever. Suddenly hit a roadblock. I could touch the ground; I had made it 25 meters from the edge of the deep end and now, it wasn't deep anymore. I began to panic again, and started looking for the closest area of escape. There was a ladder not too far away, but how would I get there!? What in the world could I do. I watched as my friend approached the danger zone. And then, as if it was nothing, she flashed a smile and just turned around.
|See! Doesn't she look hardcore?! |
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And kept waiting...
I waited until I realized I wasn't going to sink. I was floating. Suddenly, it dawned on me what that belt was for. Maybe the lifeguard hadn't been staring at me for the reasons I thought. Sheepishly, I started up the workout again, and-- moving 1 mile an hour-- made it back to the deep end. I'd done another 25 meters in 30 seconds. I was on a roll!
And thus, the reputation stands: aqua jogging is the most intense and scary sport of them all. If you think other swimmers aren't taking you seriously as an aqua jogger, you need to come to the pool where I am. At my pool, they all stare at me in awe as I pull on "the golden belt," and quickly eat up the length of the deep end. Ya...I told you it was intense.
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