I started swimming lessons last week.
If you're thinking it's a because-I'm-turning-forty thing, you are absolutely right. I want to acquire the skill and eventually use it for exercise. Plus I'm hoping to teach the kids after, since our previous attempts at lessons didn't pan out.
Lesson No. 1 - It's not easy to find the right bathing suit. It's winter so you are confined to a single rack of mish-mashed variety in the sporting good stores. Anywhere else is for beach-frolicking. Uh, no thanks. Finding a one-piece suit that doesn't hike up beyond my pelvis, provides adequate support for things that need support and doesn't cost a hundred bucks isn't easy. I tried on over a dozen suits to no avail. Then I finally found a Sears-branded (I'm too told to care about brands - just hold it all together, please) suit in candy apple red. Basic, functional, cute. And makes me look like I wish I was on Baywatch. Oops. Oh well.
Lesson No. 2 - The first class was great. We started with blowing bubbles in the water. I'm not kidding. But hey, small victories create momentum, right? We graduated to front and back starfishes and ended off the session with attempting to glide with kicking, which I guess is floating. In true over-thinking form, I was convinced that I mastered the mechanics, yet when I opened my eyes under the water, I was barely moving forward. I asked my "you could be my son" instructor to watch me try again and tell me what I was doing wrong. In the kindest tone, he said it all. Relax. Story of my life, kid. Wouldn't you know it, letting my knees bend got me moving.
Lesson No. 3 - Deciding to do new things requires you to...do new things. We started learning the front crawl last night. I came home exhausted. The moving of the legs and the arms and the breathing was almost too much. And I had a flutterboard. But this is the necessary pain of starting something new, right? It's unfamiliar and difficult, but just requires repetition - practice - and then your body stops working against you and goes with the flow. Reminds me of when I was doing the write31days challenge (note to self: start writing again).
I suspect my next lesson will be about faith. We are heading to the deep end next week.