Well, I couldn't really decide on a header for today's post. It was either that (I heard it today at work) or "I can't concentrate because there's this thing up my butt" (Dave in the pool by a water jet).
So yesterday, I sucked it up and wore a two-piece *gasp!* and it wasn't so bad. At least my top didn't come off.
Josh decided right away to teach me how to swim so he told me that I was supposed to do this and that with my legs and arms and then told me to swim to the end of the deep end. I did it.... halfway and then I floundered and Josh dragged me back to the shallow end. Eeeuw. I had several incidences of that "I want to puke from pool water" feeling. Josh didn't stop trying to teach me how to swim. We realized that I suck at treading water and the backstroke. Finally I got tired of being pushed to go across the pool and pulled away from Josh, going under and popping out at the beginning of the pool. All of the guys shouted, "You can swim!" And Josh says, "You're such a faker."
I didn't know that was really swimming.... I call it the froggy (Balbo says it's the breast stroke). I just have serious problems doing that stuff at water level.
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