I can’t swim. I can sink but I can’t swim. It’s sad because I used to live in Florida and time at the beach would be spent either on the sand or wading ever so carefully in shallower water. Actually, two years ago, a friend and I went down to Rosemary Beach and the only thing I did in the water was wash the sand off my feet. Don’t get me wrong. I would LOVE to go out in the water and swim around or at least have the confidence that if a huge wave came in, I wouldn’t be washed away with no hope of surviving.
Apparently, this is the year that I am going to take care of what I’ve always wanted to do. First is running the 1/2 marathon. Training underway. Now, I want to learn how to swim. I’ve always heard other people talk about how fun/relaxing it is to swim. I would like to find out for myself.
Well, yesterday, I traded my geekery skills for information about adult swimming lessons and got the hook up. My boss’ daughter is a swim instructor at the Y and is willing to teach me and if our schedules conflict, gave me the name of her boss. I have to say that while I am excited, I am also TERRIFIED! I have a huge fear of the water. It used to be so ridiculous that I wouldn’t wash my face in the shower. I would tip my head waaaaay back to clean the shampoo and conditioner out of my hair and would wait to wash my face in the sink when my shower was complete. I told you…ridiculous!
So now I am going to take the final plunge (literally) and learn how to swim. The timing is perfect. This summer I am going to the beach again and my sister is (hopefully) moving to the coast. I would like to finally take full advantage of the beach while I’m there. 🙂
3 miles tonight!! Hooah! 😉