Let me share with you a fantastic idea. Get yourself comfortable. Find your groove. Rarely meet new people. Get to a place where you almost never have that awkward “first day of school” feeling. The next step is important. Eat everything, everything in sight for about a month. And then…. sign up for something. Make sure it is something that makes you a little bit nervous. And make sure you have to take off all of your clothes as soon as you arrive. And put on a swim cap. Perfect.
How comfortable do you feel now? That’s how I was feeling on Monday morning. Masters Swimming. Day 1. Masters (if you are not familiar) is code for old people, club sport, not to be confused with the US Masters Golf Tournament. Masters Swimming is a come as you are and let’s get in the pool, competitive swim team for people over 25. All lumped together, we are the retired runner with blown out knees that has never run a day in his or her life, the former collegiate swimmer, the triathletes that hate the swim. And the 39-year-old former swim teacher that thinks she is a decent swimmer but has cripplingly low self-esteem and is afraid of finding out that she doesn’t actually know a damn thing about swimming. Wait. That was me.
So. I was feeling like I might pee my pants. And I didn’t have on pants.
And a beautiful thing happened. A friendly face! She said “Hello!” and we chatted for a second and she said, “I read a blog post of yours. I think someone forwarded it to me and said “You gotta read this, it’s hilarious.”
She didn’t pet me on the head and say “You’re so pretttyyyy…” and to be quite honest I can not understand how she failed to see what a raving beauty I am. But I will take it. Hilarious.
So I jumped in the pool. And I asked questions when I didn’t understand. And I admitted what I do not know. And I learned something. I swam a long ass way and I felt great.
I am apparently still six years old underneath my swim cap and my forehead wrinkles. When the coach noted that we had the same watch I took it as a sign. He thinks I am a stellar student, obviously. I resisted yelling out “YES! It is a VivoActive! Same same!! Twins!!”
So, that’s what’s up over here. Swim swim swim.