I made my triumphant return to the pool today, complete with optical googles so I could ditch my glasses and still sort of see.
They worked well, but I kept forgetting I was wearing them so when I ducked my head under the water I closed my eyes. Then I was like: Oh yeah. IO opened my eyes and I saw people's feet. the bottom of the pool is not that interesting.
I also need to work on blowing bubbles. One of my helpers didn't like that I was just holding my breath when I went under, not blowing bubbles. I told her I'd try, but I knew what would happen: When I blow bubbles, I always breathe in through my nose. It's silly, I know. But sure enough it happened.
I did eight lengths with my fat suit on so the helpers weren't holding me much, then I walked two lengths.
I had forgotten how much fun it is.
Sunday, January 17, 2010
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2 comments:
You rock. Maybe if everyone is better next Sunday I will take you with the kids and let them swim too!
I love you.
xo
me
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