There is a funny image that pops into my head when I think of freedivers practicing dry static breath-holds and attempting to beat their personal bests. I imagine people on their couch, guys in their boxers and girls with wet toenails (how else do you spend your time waiting for your toes to dry?), holding a stopwatch and turning blue, much to the dismay of loved ones. I call this couch apnea. It makes me chuckle knowing that there could be brother and sister freedivers out there holding their breath with me and cursing the stopwatch just as I do when they take their first breath only to find out that they didn’t get as far as they’d hoped.
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