Tuesday, August 14, 2012

goals

As some of you know I used to be afraid petrified of the water.
I mean anxiety-attack-causing,
heart-palpitation-inducing,
scared-out-of-my-bleeping-mind
kind of petrified.
Did I mention I grew up on an island?
Go figure.
But it was always on my radar to learn to swim.

Goal to Reach
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Then when I had kids it became imperative.
I came up with excuses.

The twins took toddler swim classes.
I had another baby.
A year went by.
I bought swim goggles and a swim cap.
I asked around for swim teachers.
I got some names and numbers.
Three years went by.
Recently I got the name of a friend's kids' teacher.
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I don't know why
but
I called this one.
I call her "the swim whisperer."
I cried at my first lesson.
The ugly cry.
She talked me through it.


I'm a list maker.
Can you tell?
I had a list of goals in mind.
One I kept to myself for fear I wouldn't reach it.

We started slow.
It took me a while to put it all together:
the breath, the arms, the legs, did I mention the breath?
If you swim you know what I'm talking about.

I signed up for my first triathlon.
I didn't know if I could do it.
But I gave it my all.
And I finished!
Middle of the pack.
I'll take it.

 
I still had a fear of deep water.
Ask my peep Laura.
When we started training for the tri at our local rec center
I would only swim half the pool.
I was too scared to go in the deep end.


I worked through that too.
My teacher
"the swim whisperer"
stopped letting me climb in the pool.
She made me jump in.
Baby steps.
Last week I jumped into the deep end for the first time.
In front of a pack of high school boys.
Don't know which was harder.
 HA!

Yesterday I went off the diving board.
My secret goal.
I had given myself until the end of the summer.
For once I made my goal early.
Now onto new goals...
stay tuned.

 
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