I am not a swimmer. Before this Summer, I think the last time I swam a lap was in the 6th grade during a swim class. At that time in my life I really loved to swim. I remember asking my mom if I could join swim team. She said swim team was only for the good swimmers. ** Ouch! Alas, I swapped training suits for cute tankinis and goggles for tanning oil and spent the next twenty years poolside. Much like me in this photo.
|This is the life!|
But I can't swim. My mom told me so when I was in the 6th grade. I'm probably going to drown. All these thoughts passed through my brain as I slipped on my goggles for the first time a few weeks later
My heart raced and panic ensued. I'm gunna die! I'm gunna die! Then I realized I could still reach...and the side was two feet away if I got in trouble. I swam 400 m, stopping every 25 m to catch my breath.
I got home and watched about a zillion youtube videos on swim technique and breathing. Just four lap sessions later, I swam 700 m and only had stop every 50 m. Improvement. The most major being that I don't think I'm going to drown anymore.
I've got a long way to go. But don't say "Can't" in my hearing. I might just respond with one of my favorite childhood poems.
|Feeling pretty cool after swimming 700m. Don't worry. My ego|
was tempered by the babies that passed me in the fast lane!
**As a sidenote, I must add that my mother is amazing. She is not a mean person, just human.