Friday, 17 August 2012

World record: who cares

Having grumpily spent three days without putting my head underwater, I returned to the doctor only to be told that I was still not allowed to leave the surface. My confinement lasted eigth days in total, and did not put me in a good mood, to say the least. I got myself some blisters from swimming in the pool with long fins for hours, but this did not stop me from feeling like a tourist on a VERY boring holiday. At least I got a good tan!

I was finally back in the water on Tuesday. With no more time to waste I did a 60m and 65m dive, and was ready to rest and then go for 70m tomorrow, feeling almost back on track, when I got a phone call from Germany last night: someone has gone and hit my lovely mum with a car, so she is in hospital with bones broken and not at all well. Fortunately, the Egypt Air office is open until late at night, so I got myself onto the first flight out of Sharm and am currently at the airport, waiting imaptiently to connect to Berlin.

Meanwhile, all thoughts of world records have gone straight out of my head. Who cares about such things? The sea in Sharm was beautiful, and it will be there next time.

World records will wait, mothers in hospital: no way.

Friday, 10 August 2012

Ear problems? Why? Why?

I spent a good part of July fending off colds from various attackers such as bookshop customers, and much in the spirit of the Olymics, I beat them all, feeling mightily pleased with myself. A bit of occasional sneezing has never been a problem when diving, after all! Yet another flight got me away from the flu infested climates, to find summer in Egypt, where - bad news - I have been swimming instead of diving the last few days.

I felt quite nice in the water intially - the sea was blue and turtles were around at Only One, and I was getting acclimatized quickly. Until, that is, one ear suddenly blocked in around eight meters as I was pulling slowly down to a warm up. Stopping to clear it gently, I was surprised at squeaking and gurgling sounds inside, but since everything was as normal afterwards, I did not think much of it and continued with the planned session of 5x40m constant weight. A few hours later, pain and a feeling of fullness in the ear announced the problem to come. Being an optimist and a typical athlete, I guess, I decided a bit of rest would cure it. A day later, just as I was convincing myself that all was fine, evil coach forced me to go to the doctor, who took one look and pronounced the verdict: barotrauma. Out of the water for at least three days.

I knew I did not want to go the doctor, I knew it, I knew it!

At least my Danish friends are here, having a small competition, distracting me from my grumpiness. Jesper went and did a 100m dive, with current, and in a ridiculously short divetime. And all that after only a week of training! It proves once again that training for freediving is totally overrated. He is the first Danish man to reach the 100m mark, and well deserved it is, too - the guys are looking strong and are ready to defend their title at the team world championships in Nice.

Since the doctor forbid me to even put my head 20cm under water, I have been busy swimming in the pool and working on my tan. If you can't dive deep, you have to at least look good, after all.

I want to go diving I want to go diving I WANT to go DIVING! Sniff.