On Monday night I had the last of my first round of swim lessons. You’re looking at a newly minted Intermediate swimmer.
I felt embarrassed but kinda proud to be the only one given the okay to move up from the beginner class. But trust me, it’s not for any sterling Olympic-ready swimming skills, it’s mostly for my comfort level in the water. Like, how I treaded water in the deep end for ten minutes at class Monday night. (I went until we stopped timing and had to move on, now I kinda want to see how long I can go. Anybody got a stopwatch?)
And I DO love being in the water, something these swim lessons confirmed for me. I mean, let’s be real, my first preference is to float in a pool in the middle of summer, bonus points for a margarita in hand. But turns out exercise is kinda fun for me when I can get in the pool. I couldn’t tell you what it is about being in the water that relaxes me, but it does.
So what did I learn this first go-round? I can now do beginner-looking renditions of freestyle, breaststroke, and backstroke. I also did some very basic dives into the water, which was a big deal for me. I have this thing about going headfirst into the water, I’ve had a hang-up about it for basically forever. Go me! I’m proud of myself for acquiring new skills! We will just conveniently ignore the fact that I have swam exactly one lap that didn’t require a stop for breath at the halfway point.
And so now what? Intermediate class, which starts next Thursday. I know I need continued help with my strokes (that’s what she said) but what I really really REEEALLY want to learn is those cool somersault-y things the swimmers do by the wall before they push off in the other direction. I should also probably learn what those things are called. One step at a time, people!