My new life.
For over 15 years I have been mountain biking. Training every Sunday morning, rain, sell, snow, nothing stopped me. I did rallies or very long hikes like Orléans-Chambord. The long distances did not scare me, on the contrary, I fed on it.
A herniated disc was the turning point of my new sports life.
After the doctor's diagnosis, the sport as I understood it, was over! My vertebrae would no longer bear the shock of my excesses, morally it was the descent into hell. I had to get used to the idea that mountain biking and other somewhat too intensive sports were no longer for me!
During my long and painful days, during which I slept and walked, the only thing that worked pretty well at home was my brain!
I had to objectively view the future. Work and sport seemed to me to be well compromised. In a moment of clairvoyance, (maybe a moment when I was not feeling sorry for myself) I remembered that being young, I was swimming in a club. It gave me an idea! During the physiotherapy session that followed, I asked my therapist (by putting in the forms, which was not my strength, I was a little ..... hot hot at that time), if I could go at the swimming pool. I didn't want to train but just swim, be able to move in a place where the body is not affected by weightlessness. I received, with pleasure, the green light but with strict recommendations.
now i'm flying
C hampionnat of Vichy France
It had been 30 years since I last swam. I had just returned with my children to teach them how to move in the water. Learning to swim to my children seemed normal to me (little personal message). I left club swimming at 15, to do like my friends, football, tennis and any other land sport that involves more madness, more sensations than swimming.
But now, I had no choice, it was that or nothing!
After a few sessions, I found myself enjoying it. The lengths were linked, week after week, and I was surprised to find the sensations I had when I was young. What is true is that I had forgotten the instructions of my physiotherapist (the natural comes back at a gallop!), The chronometer once again became a justice of the peace.
Championnat de France de Millau
Championnat de France de Chalon sur Saône
I'm not sure I can be specific about what really happened after but one of the things I remember is that a good year later, a bathing supervisor who was "freelancing" at the pool , approached me and suggested that I join and swim in a club. She said that I had great potential.
After a short period of reflection, I took the plunge. Without saying anything to my physiotherapist, I took a license and I started training in the masters section (swimmers over 25 years old, some to continue the competition, have a second life and others to know swimming in spirit club). What a "foot"! Confront with other swimmers who, like me, have the same spirit of performance. I was glad to see that I was among the best. No news of my herniated disc and, good news by calling another, my trainer, who was a woman, offered me a competition. Wow !!! resume competition at 49, be on the edge of a swimming pool waiting for his streak, hear his name, appear in front of the starting block, ordered by the starter, climb on it and ... weirdly , at that moment, you do not wait and you see nothing more! The heart hits too much in the chest, your eyes get confused and after a long silence, the starter puts you back in reality by shouting ..... on your marks .... close ... go ...... My first race: a 50 meter breaststroke. I unplug my brain and go for it, I'm ready! It was the start of a great story that took me to five French championships and a world championship in Budapest. I specify, in my age category! Unpretentious, I never had a title in these different competitions but the satisfaction of having participated. I managed to have multiple regional titles in all disciplines (breaststroke, crawl, back-crawl, butterfly and relay).
I left swimming for two years because I wanted to see something else, as you see on this site. The following year I entered two "open water" competitions, that is, swimming in a lake or a pond. It was a disaster from the point of view of results but not serious. I realized that swimming in a large body of water was magical, like a taste of freedom!
I think I started by saying in this little text, herniated disc, descent into hell, finished land sports and as you saw on one of the pages, I started triathlon and continuous training always with more pleasure but retaining the result in thought, always hoping to be the best in my age category.
Long live amateur sport!