When I was at school, I was the fat kid who wasn’t particularly good at most sports. However, when I was it was usually overlooked – I was always quick at short distances and loved hurdling, not that anybody would know any of this.
I’d learnt to swim at an early age due to my first primary school having its own pool. An outdoor pool. An unheated outdoor pool. You learnt to move quite quickly in that.
But, by the time I was going at secondary school, they’d given up on me. I was able to do a 50m length and beyond that I didn’t feel I was capable so I remained in the same swimming group. I watched enviously as the best swimmers jumped in to retrieve blocks in their pyjamas and stay behind to attempt to swim a mile, in an empty, calm pool.
I never liked the idea of swimming in pyjamas but swimming a mile (1600 metres, or 32 lengths) seemed such an achievement.
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