Today, after I showered, I tried on my variety of swim wear just purchased about six short months ago. Although I thoroughly enjoy a good swim, I had only gone a handful of times last semester, and the outlook for this semester doesn't look too promising either.
As I stood in different pieces from my small collection, I started to recall what I was thinking as I purchased each one. Some were purchased out of sheer necessity, while others were a little more stylish. Finally, the inspirational piece of this post: the TYR one-piece training suit.
Yes ma'am, I bought a onesie with full intention to begin swimming laps in the local pool for exercise. Not that I wanted to be an Olympic medalist or anything, I just felt my trips to the gym were becoming routine and I needed a change. The issue is, I can't swim laps. I can do a bit of a stroke here and there, but not much to keep me going the entire length of a pool.
As a child I attended swimming lessons and managed to pass each level I attempted. I don't understand how, because I could never regulate my breathing enough to not nearly drown on water I had inhaled. Figure that one out. I thought of joining adult lessons on campus, at least I'd be learning from a pro and I wouldn't develop bad habits. Good idea, however adult group lessons (the cheaper option) run about $80.00. Did I mention I'm a student with student-loans? Not so much an option.
I have a couple of friends from high school who used to work at the pool as lifeguards and even teach lessons. I thought about asking them to show me a thing or two, just to get me going. But these friends are exactly friends... They're more like acquaintances; we'll chat when we're in company of each other, but we don't call each other up to hang out, so I'd feel kind of awkward just asking them this random favor: Hey, I know I haven't seen you in a billion years buuuut, can you teach me how to swim???
Last semester I made a new friend! AND, she used to be involved in competitive swimming. How coincidental, a good person to learn from, one would think. I asked her to show me how to swim and figured we could spend a lot of time together at the pool. She seemed interested and thought it would be a fun way to hang out. Sadly, that didn't work either. We would either be too busy with school work or just too unmotivated to get to the pool.
This miniature hope and dream is not yet dead.
By trying on my swim wear, it has kind of revitalized my hope and dream of being able to swim laps. I texted that competitive swimmer friend just a few moments ago, and she's still willing to give it a shot!
I'll try to keep you updated on my progress. What are your miniature hopes and dreams?
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