Swimming and...

So I'm not even going to waste time apologizing for not having written in awhile.  If you've read this blog or know me, you know that I'm not a consistent or prolific blogger.  I trickle...  When I have something to share, I'll share it.  And guess what?  I've got something to say!

At 29 years and 10 months old, I am finally learning how to swim!! 
Here I am in the locker room...

Don't I look like a swimmer...

Then I display that I clearly don't know what I'm doing...

After a search for an appropriate swimming swimsuit proved fruitless, my mom pulled out one that she had planned to wear for aqua aerobics.  Surprisingly, I liked it. It's sleek and unlike the swimsuits I bought prior to my trip to Vegas, which aren't really meant for swimming, I don't run the risk of flashing anyone. So with my swimming outfit taken care of, I decided that I could learn to swim. ha!

Yes, I strolled over to the Harlem Y, signed up for eight lessons and thus far I have had two.  The first lesson was cool.  I had to put my face in water, which freaked me out a little bit because I had NEVER done that, but after taking many deep breaths, eventually I dunked my head in.  I did some kicks and used a "noodle" to kick across the shallow end and then...I began to feel sick. Like, "I need to vomit!" sick.  I asked if feeling nauseous was normal and my instructor thought it was nervousness.  But it wasn't.  So I jumped out of pool. And yes, I did get sick, but not in the pool, thank goodness.  There was a class with two little girls, and I had visions of them saying, "Ewww..." and the pool needing to be closed.  I had to spare them and myself the trauma.  Later that night I diagnosed myself as having motion sickness. And for my second lesson, my dad bought me earplugs, which were supposed to help.

I went back the next week for lesson #2 and did even better.  I had a different instructor because mine didn't show up.  I found out today that she doesn't work at the Y anymore. It would have been nice if the Y had told me instead of my having to investigate, but I digress.  This new instructor had different techniques that really resonated with me. I was dunking my face in and blowing water out of my nose with relative ease...it was cool!  I was working on gliding and getting more comfortable in the water.  Felt a little queasy by the end, but didn't get sick.  My dad thinks I might be swallowing the water.  But wouldn't I know if I was doing that?? Ah well, on to lesson #3...