At least that is what my teacher tells me.
She said she had thought about how to get me swimming on my own because I told her that was my goal, so we worked on floating. Which is when I learned I am a sinker, no body fat.
I did manage to mostly stay afloat with a little help from the volunteer who held my head above water. I'm thinking that if I get real rich I an hire someone to do that whenever I want to swim. In the meantime, though, I need to float and survive going under water.
To that end, I again worked on going under water, four times, and it worked mostly. I am so self-conscious about it. Three people were just sitting there watching me.
Michael Phelps and Kelly can probably rest easy.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
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