I took my first swimming lesson on Tuesday, 7am at the Galter LifeCenter pool. The thought process…
6:07: I shouldn’t do this. Stupid. Why did I sign up to swallow a bunch of chlorine at the ass-crack of the morning.
6:29: I can do this. Put on the radio, hop in the car, yeah, we’re rolling. Nothing compares to YOU, Sinead O’Connor!
6:43: Oh…. no. No no no. Reception desk of official-types. No I’m not a member of this gym. I’m here for my swimming lesson. With Courtney. No, I don’t know how to swim _at all_.
6:47: I have not been in a locker room since 12th grade. This one has more public naked than I recall. Lots of old people in bathing caps. How the hell do you work this shower?
6:54: Cold cold cold cold where the hell is the pool why is it a mile from the shower.
7: Courtney has a kickboard. I think I used a kickboard when I took lessons at the Y when I was four. Ok, that one lesson I took when I was four and hated it.
7:04: I’m the speediest kicker there ever was! Courtney says I have a very fluid kick and I DO I can do this and people alllll started as fish fish fish so this is my chance to high-five Darwin and give the finger to my middle school gym teacher and zoom and zoom and zoom!