Agustin's Sea Adventures

[SleepyPlayz 87]

As his last season with Mexico City draws near, the VHL draft coming up soon, Martinez finds that he's uncertain about his future. While on one end, he understands what might be happening to him as he transitions into the VHL and potentially, physically, but the thought of making new friends in a new place, whether in Europe or in the Americas still, slightly annoys him. Mexico City was a nice adventure, and he'd give it that. One of the most prevalent memories that he could remember was diving in the Gulf of Mexico. One of the few things he enjoyed doing outside, as the atmosphere was quite nice, was diving. He could remember his first, and most terrifying experience. 

In Canada, he would most often ice skate, being used to skating on ice from being an ice hockey player, but getting in extra practice was a good idea for him. He learned how to balance better, though he wasn’t much faster than before. He was about the same, still getting used to the ice, and whatnot. He did end up being a much better skater in form, he just had to get used to the ice. Sure, he only played in Saskatoon for 13 games, but those 13 games were more than enough to get him a pretty decent 3 points on 19 shots. They were also more than enough to get him more used to the ice for his next season in Mexico City

 

 

It was summer, the fifth day he was there. He was adjusting to Mexico pretty quickly, he already had more than enough for an entire year’s worth of casual outfits. That was the big difference between Mexico City and Canada; the outfits he had in Canada were often few and far between, and for appropriateness as well, Martinez found himself having to buy new clothes. Once he was able to move, though, he more or less threw out any excess jacket and sweaters that he wouldn’t need. He found himself wanting to do something on the off-day he had, so what did he do? He bought a ticket to be on a scuba diving line, wanting to experience more of this place. He had more than enough money, and now he had something to do with it that was slightly more productive. 

 

His first diving experience was oddly terrifying. He was told to keep up with the instructor and the people in his group were doing just fine at that. His issue, though, was he wasn’t picking up enough speed to actually follow along with them, which was odd, since he felt like he was doing just fine in the swimming. Maybe it was just his form, so he naturally tried to speed up. This failed, however, and he was slowly being left in the dust. It was only when the instructor paused to show the people something that he saw Martinez lagging behind, pushing forward as hard as he could. He was helped out of the water, and put back onto the boat.

 

After getting back on the boat, his heart still slightly pounding from the effort he put into his swimming, he took off his helmet and sighed loudly. He was sopping wet from the ocean, and aside from that, he was slightly terrified he was going to be left behind. Somehow, skating strength doesn’t turn into swimming strength.