Jul 20, 2008 20:11
No, give the poor girl a swimming lesson.
I'm bummed. (What's new.)
Thinking I would get my rowing feet back in the saddle water, and knowing I would never in this lifetime pass another swim and tread test like I ... er, passed? ... before, I applied to the Y for a "scholarship" for private swimming lessons.
Yeah.
No.
Swimming lessons, perhaps. Private swimming lessons? Who do I think I am?
If only they knew.
I have taken group swimming lessons ... oh, I can't even count the number of times. Many. I didn't learn to swim. The only thing I learned is that, yes, no matter what their age, people will stare at my feet. (Oh, wait, you're missing my hands!)
The Y was good enough to give me a reduced-rate membership. I think it began in March. Along with automatic deductions for student loans and car insurance, there are automatic deductions for a gym membership I'm too chicken to use. Thinking I'd be all brave and whatnot, I did drive in to the parking lot once. I even pretended to confidently make my way to the door. Then I freaked and returned to the car. A bad scene was made worse by my driving out the other way of a one-way parking lot. I tried to give courteous "oh, I'm so sorry" nods to incoming vehicles, but they weren't too accepting of them.
fears and phobias,
things to do,
rowing,
physical me,
learning something new