Friends of mine often share their experiences with me regarding their phobia towards swimming. Yet, nothing could be describable unless you are put through into such scenarios.

I finally got a taste of that feeling yesterday evening while swimming at Yishun Swimming Complex. It was an instant fear that you would not want to put yourself in but a good experience for me.

I was going to push myself for a 25m training which consist of butterfly, backstroke, breaststroke and freestyle. However, before I could complete my butterfly, I felt the cramp on my left calf at the middle of the deep waters.

I tried to calm myself in the water first, putting my left hand on my injured leg while the other towards the brim of water to indicate "help".

My sister was next to me and I signalled her to tow me back. Yet, sadly, language barrier, she don't know what I was trying to show and she was threading water, looking at me blankly. 

By then, I was gasping for air and I struggled. With pain inflicted on the calf, it restricts my movement. 

Next to me was a child; a friend's cousin; who was with a float. I wanted to grab hold of the float but after hearing her voice, I felt it wasn't safe to hold onto the float. The next moment, she was saying 'obi kwak' loudly... Wow... Wat a luck...

Helpless and in desperation for air, using my both arms as my only tool for my survival, pushing myself up the water and swimming towards the side of the pool. Finally, my coach was next to me, assisting me up from the water once I reached the concrete area.

Overall, it was a bad experience in the water, with no help and mockery added to it. Good experience I guess but I think, I should not push myself too hard the next time if I feel the stress of the muscle. 

Yet, this incident would still never stop me from swimming. Who cares??!! Swimming is my blood now, my life. Why stop?