Okay, my first foray into flip turns was a not-so-fabulous flop. I gave it a shot. Several. Scott in the next lane over offered to help me with trying a somersault. The first step. I responded by arching my back out of it before turning all the way around. Very comical. Very frustrating. Very embarrassing. “I don’t think I can help you with that!” he said with a chuckle. “Yeah, maybe alcohol would help,” I responded. It’s mental.
It’s also muscle memory. It’s been a while since I’ve done a somersault on dry land. Aikido and Kenpo classes in the 90s. So, the next step will be trying them on dry land first. And perhaps some of this relates to a vertigo issue I had for a few years. This is way more of a head trip than I’m sure it needs to be.
Reminds me of three years ago when I struggled to swim more 50 yards without stopping. That was the mystery of the universe back then. One of these days, it’ll just click. Warning: This could take a while.