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,
Kelly
That is sooo excellent. I had no idea you didn't know how to swim, even after our beach visit in Phan Thiet. I am forever amazed and intringued in the adventures of Mary and Kelly.
ReplyDeleteAnd I am looking forward to seein you this Saturday for lunch somewhere int he foothills of the Berkshires.
Debbie
The congratulatory Speedo is in the mail!
ReplyDeleteRob
You should have told me you couldn't swim, I would have taught you.
ReplyDeleteMy dad threw me out of a boat when I was six to teach me. Once I got out of the gunney sack the rest was easy.
Jack B