|right next to the airport. kinda neat.|
I walked through the muck and leeches and lily pads and kept walking until I was close to the big rock in front of our camp, up on my tippy toes. A boat and waterskier screamed by and the wake hit me. First lesson about boating: Wakes disrupt the calm water. My head went under water and I gasped. I remember very little about my childhood, but I remember this very clearly. Air. Water. Air. Water. Air. Water. Air. Dogpaddle. And, voila. I could swim.
For the rest of my life, I've hated to get my face wet. I wouldn't jump into water. I wouldn't swim under water.
|his ridiculously good looking family|
|yeah, I jumped|
I still haven't worked up the courage to sign up for a swimming lesson. I just feel like such a dope, but Groom and I did go to the Y. We both hopped on stationary bikes. Groom went to work and I took a few laps around the indoor track. (God, I love to jog.) That was Saturday. On Sunday, Groom and I went to Sugarloaf where I got my ass kicked in the late spring snow. Yesterday, I was sore from all the activity and wanted to get some work done, so I skipped exercise altogether. But, I swear I will overcome my fear of talking to people and will sign up for swimming lesson this week. After I conquer that fear, I will face my fear of wearing a Speedo in public. Then, we'll talk about actually getting my face in the water for laps.
|vegetables, not much dressing|
Crap. I know. I know. I'll stop eating them.
No I won't.
Today, I woke up with a new lease on life, did a little work, ate my Kashi waffles, and then quietly consumed an entire jar of artichoke hearts.