One of the many things I managed to accomplish in the midst of my chaos was conquering the challenge of learning to swim. Yes, friends...Michael Phelps can move the hell over in 2012. I'm a sure thing! Okay all joking aside.It was hilarious. The newbies in the adult class ranged in age from early 20s to late 60s. There were enough saddle bags to have outfitted the entire Union army. I stepped out in my sleek black granny one-piece with goggles and swim cap to match.
The course lasted 3 weeks and in that time I went from simply gliding to actually free-styling and backstroking - still can't quite figure out that breaststroke. One of my comrades was practicing her backstroke in the 4-foot deep end of the pool when she just basically "wigged" out. She started kicking and flailing around like she was in the middle of the Atlantic. Luckily she calmed herself long enough to hear us shouting "JUST STAND UP!!!!!!!"
But long story short...if I ever need to swim my way out of harms way, I CAN. YES, I CAN. It's the best exercise and most fun I've had in a long time. So, I challenge all you non-swimmers out there to take the plunge.
You'll be glad you did.
