16 laps until drowning: how I went beyond the extreme

Have you ever wondered what your limits are?

But how much more effort could you put in? How much further could you go?

Three days ago, I discovered an answer for me: 16 laps underwater.

I touched the wall, asked “how far did I go?”, and heard an answer from a friend.

She then watched as my head tipped downwards, unconscious into the water.

For me, after the answer “16”, I was suddenly sitting in the Majorcan sun on the poolside. I was coughing a little and smiling at my friends.

My right eyebrow felt oddly bruised. Some of my friends were now also in the pool, and my friends were looking at me with expressions that didn’t match the situation at all.

My aims in our underwater laps competition in our holiday apartment pool were:

  1. To win. Particularly to beat my close, competitive, competent friend Andy, who had scored the furthest so far.

  2. Hit my target of 16 laps. This target was the most arbitrary and important target to me.

I won.

I also made my day 3 minutes shorter than usual.

I learnt:

Me in the pool, before.