More than a month has flew by since my last swimming lesson. Yes, yes, I couldn't swim for nuts in my last 30 plus years. Aqua-phobia, I told everyone. It's all in your head, said my swimming teacher. And right he is.
After battling weeks of procastination and sluggishness inside me the whole of yesterday, I am now proud to declare I finally made it to the swimming pool last evening. Despite my initial apprehension, it all came back to me once I hit the water. I was elated. They say once you learn to swim, you will never forget it. How true. Okay, so what if I practised in the children pool.
Later on, Mr R suggested I try the olympic-sized pool on the other side. Even though I was kinda intimidated by the length of it, I was glad he made the suggestion. It means he thinks I can do it. Well, not without having a few intervals to catch my breath while swimming my first lap in my life. Still a long way to go before I can wade in and out of the water effortlessly. Or like that old lady next to me who lapped to and fro consistently without needing to pause to catch her breath. Even better, her hair and cosmetic-plastered face were dry while my face was plastered with my wet hair. You have to give it to the old bird.
So I was saying I am far from becoming a wading fish. But at least I succeeded in making that important first step. And what follows is not that daunting and frightening as I imagined but in fact 'swimmable'. The rest is history, I hope to hear them say in good time. Now I am pure felicity.
2 comments:
Can you make it in time for the Beijing Olympics?
The Olympics is a few months away. Can make it, I have sufficient time to practise. I see you there lah, since you frequent China so often.
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