It’s one of those skills most folks take for granted. But my membership in that exclusive club of adults who don’t know how to swim was recently revoked.
That’s me poolside with my most patient instructor, Dani. We’re smiling because she’s kept intact her lifetime string of classes without a drowning.
No, the university swim team won’t soon be calling me. And other than the faint smell of chlorine under my fingernails, I didn’t come away with any tangible proof of my aquatic accomplishments.
But “learn to swim” now has a check mark on my to-do list. Now when I fall out of the boat, I’m more likely to live to blog the story.
For the first time in my life I can say, I’m a swimmer!
Yours in the deep end,