Swim Baby, Swim

Ok, so tonight was my first swim class. Did I mention that swimming is SOOOO not my sport. Forget that I was a lifeguard, and that I competed in SuperGuard. I would just rather run 10 miles or bike 30 miles than swim 100m. Kill me now!

First, I was a little worried that my instructor would be intimidating. I knew he was going to be in his very early 20's. So I imagined a slightly ripped, young, well, um swimmer. (You have seen the sexy swimmers stretching at the starting blocks on the Olympics, right?) Instead... I got a young pasty fellow with as many stretch marks on his belly as I do. Let me tell you, SUCH a relief! HA!

Then, he made me swim.. a warm up they said (there is a girl co-teaching the class). Warm up, it laughs at me. I thought I was dead... then they say, Oh we need to see how far you can swim in twelve minutes. Did I mention that I really dislike swimming? Eight minutes in, as Laura passes me, I tell her that I think I might Die, but that birth was harder, so I guess I can do this. She laughs at me and says "Yeah, but for birth you had drugs". Thanks.

Anyway, 12 minutes later and only 14 laps (25 yards each) I am worn out and surprisingly HOT. They ask us some questions then tell us to do eight laps to cool down with a kick board. Are they kidding me?

Finally that part is done. Now to get out of the pool. I foolishly contemplate just lifting my girth out of the pool from the side, then remember that I have not lifted weights in over a year. Ok, so maybe the ladder is a better option, even if it does require a few more swimming strokes. Oh my gosh, I almost fell back into the pool! My legs, what happened?!?! They gave out on me! WHAT? MY legs gave out??? MINE???

Well, that is just a taste of what I have coming to me. I have 7 more classes left. Lord please give me strength. Ok, if I can go through labor for 25+ hours WITHOUT meds (thanks a lot Laura) than I can do anything. Right?