Thursday, February 12, 2009

Wafting schmafting! Get over it.

I reckon I might have been yer man Tamsin. A 43 year old solid sorta bloke, red speedos, not particularly quick but constant, with a penchant for getting around the buoys as quick as poss; doing a bit of a double dolphin kick and an arched back flick around the cans, keeping my head pretty well up to avoid any kicks in the face; and woe betide anyone who should try on any breast stroke in front of me lest I should swim straight over em, or accross them as often is the case; never grabbing hold or deliberately pushing their head under water or anything like that though.

Yes, I did feel a fair bit of finger tip action on the soles of my feet but I'm not that ticklish any more after having kids.

No, I don't really mind heel wafting, it's hardly an infringement of my civil liberties or anything. I dunno why people carry on like it's such a travesty of etiquette. If anything I might even get a little push along out of it. Although if anyone should grab my ankle I might get a little upset.
I'm not really a wafter myself. I prefer clear undisturbed open water and being able to see further than a foot in front of me through the bubbles, and to chart my own course rather than rely on the often flawed navigation of those in front of me.

You've got to be careful wafting coz sometimes swimmers will pull up and do a spot of breast stroke at any stage of the course, not just at the buoys. It may be just to defog or reseat their leaking goggles, or get a quick bearing, but you could quite accidentally end up with a foot square in the face or head.

I'm not one to do that but it happened to me when I was overtaking a girl at fairly close quarters on the back stretch of The Roughy coming into the Icebergs from McKenzies. She was immediately apologetic, which I graciously accepted, but it hurt like hell all the same. And I know of others who've copped it like that too.

Kind regards,

Davo.

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