Going For A Swim

It is six forty-seven in the morning. That is early for me. I am getting ready for my swim lesson and waiting for my coffee to brew. Skippy longingly stares at me in hopes I will feed him so he can soon go back to bed.

In just over one hour I will be trying not to sink to the bottom of a pool.

I am a thirty-three-year-old surfer who frequently goes SCUBA diving. Water sports are what get me through life. I am, however, a terrible swimmer so I figured it was high time to rid myself of that title.

I swam a total of eight hours last week and I am quickly beginning to resemble something more akin to a fish than a drowning tourist. Call me crazy, but I think the lessons are working!

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