Wednesday, November 25, 2009

the pitbull 140

Had been dreaming about this dive, literally. 140 meters. Somehow i knew it was going to be my next step. Did 130 last friday, and i'd been itching to do more. Been looking forward to going to the pool today so much that i was grumpy the last couple of days, because i wanted to do what i'd dreamt a couple of nights earlier. I'd flown to 140, only coming up because i wanted to save the 150 for the next time. Today, then, was going to be the day.

But then i had to get blood taken -serious injury that was, being stabbed by a sharp metal weapon and drained of life juices- which i managed to survive heroically, but which caused me to take a later train. That train, it turned out, was also the unfortunate means of ending an even less fortunate soul's stay in its physical shape, and the speedy meeting of the two made the most horrible sound and caused an hour and a half delay. By this time my mood was scaring the rest of my brain, and my stomach decided it hadn't had enough to eat and my head found that a good time to start complaining, so it wasn't in the highest of spirits that i eventually came to the pool.

I kinda just wanted a small swim to wash the day off, but my buddies had waited for me, and i knew that i'd only be more pissed off if i didn't at least try. So i did. And oh did my mood make it hard for me. I was going to tease my mood by doing a very slow dive, but my mood almost won, for by the time i turned at 50 and pushed off, it almost made me decide to come up. Almost, because then i told my mood to fuck off and went for 100. At 100 i thought about how easy it is to turn and do a bit more, even with your lungs screaming to get rid of CO2. So i turned, and at that point, the thought came that, even though this was nothing like the dream in which i flew to 140, i might actually get there. So i kept going, semi-relaxed, until i got to 125where i felt my legs getting very heavy and sped up a little. But i knew i was going to make it. I saw the 135 marker below me and did 2 more quick strokes. Came up at 140, maybe 141, but certainly enough. I'd fought, and won by staying calm. 2 minutes and 50 seconds of fighting -this is getting somewhere.


Sanne Buurma said...

Great stuff Daan, you're really killing it! Strong mind control here, especially after the events that you went through before this all.

Good job!

Glenn Venghaus said...

You rock baby !!!!!!!!!!!!!

140 fucking hell. Next stop , the wall.

I want what you are eating....

Roberta said...

That was beautiful. Congratulations!