I'm not a swimmer.
Walking around the gym pool I can fool some people, at least, before I get in the water. I wear a one piece suit. (a rarity at my gym) I always don a swim cap and goggles. (also a rarity) Our pool generally contains grandmas doing water aerobics, pool runners and walkers and lane loafers. At least when I'm there. I've seen a few serious swimmers, but for the most part, they must like to swim early.
There is nothing serious about my swimming. Have you SEEN the suit?
Emailing back and forth with a very kind soul, I described my swimming, "like a dying frog." That about sums it up. She generously offered to critique my form and offer tips if I would send footage of the catastrophe that is my stroke. Done.
Sweet TriGirl met me after her class (she teaches there too, in addition to being a full time mom, student and in training for IMTX; she's pretty hardcore). It was not awkward, not one bit, walking out to a full pool, camera in hand, looking for a suitable, open lane. Yes, I had to ask a dude to switch me lanes so she could get a good shot. I'm betting it was the FIRST time in his day that a crazy lady dressed as Wonder Woman approached him. I certainly hope so.
Inconspicuous, as always.
Giggling, I got in the water and, as head director too, I gave TriGirl instructions. Just what everyone wants, close ups of her starry @ss on film.
I realized that I still have my tan lines from last summer. And they are really on display in the, ah, bootay area. As if I'm not ridiculous enough at the pool.
This guy is ALWAYS in the spa in the evenings. He must finish his workout as I'm arriving. I would cook if I sat in that hot water for that long. Pretty much everyone there stopped what they were doing to watch us and the spectacle I was making of myself. TriGirl is a good friend to put up with me.
But we had fun and hopefully got some shots that will be useful. I appreciate TriGirl putting up with my hijinks and to those of you more experienced swimmers who have offered me so much help. Goodness knows, I need all the help I can get!
A year ago I had really just started swimming. While I'm still clumsy and terribly inefficient, I'm faster and much more comfortable in the water. The longer distances don't scare me. I've got a lot of work to do in the next four months, but I'll get there. I know it.
And when I climb out of the water on May 18, finally done with that dang swim, finally able to climb about of that nasty water, having (hopefully) easily made the swim cut off, I'm pretty sure my face will look something like this.
Who knew this Pink Nutria could ever get comfortable in the water? Who knew?