Into the deep end.
My first Red Cross adult swim lesson last night was a slight disappointment. Let’s just say it started slow, with instruction in dunking under the water and blowing bubbles.
That’s OK. It was cool to get into a pool again. And I did some short, awful, laps with my lousy crawl stroke afterward.
Even though I still don’t really know what I’m doing when I’m swimming, I have high hopes I’ll learn and like it. I’ll never be a runner because of my legs (two previouslu broken ankles, numerous sprains, two knees that suffer from water on the knee and two feet with high and painful arches). Houston just isn’t a cycling town or a cross-country skiing town. And the skiing and cycling machines at the gym are a failed substitute for the actual thing.
That leaves swimming as a possible, quasi-daily exercise activity that won’t leave me injured or in the poorhouse (like rowing, yoga or other activities might).
So, I’ll keep learning and force myself to be a swimmer, because, Lord knows, I need regular exercise.
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