I had a realization at my swimming lesson tonight. Swimming is HARD. I know that sounds stupid, but I’ve never before used swimming as a method of getting from A to B. It’s always been for cooling off at the beach or floating on the lake or playing, never for transportation. So I never really thought much about the mechanics of it before. On the few occasions I’ve tried to swim freestyle, I’d just sort of throw myself into it, with the kicking and the paddling and everything. And yeah, I sucked at it. Now that we’re breaking it down into its separate parts, I’m suddenly aware that a swimmer has to do lots of things all at the same time: floating, blowing bubbles, kicking, paddling, and timing the breathing. Folks, I’m one of those proverbial people that has trouble walking and chewing gum. Doing five things at once is a huge, HUGE challenge for me. It’s no wonder I had trouble with it before. At least with running, really all I have to worry about is not tripping.

Anyway, we added our arms into the mix tonight (but still with the kickboards). We went up and down half the length of the pool, trying to time our breathing to the same side every time. That’s still the part that’s giving me the most trouble right now. I’m not fast enough at it, and I’m still bringing my head up too high as I gasp for breath. I think it’ll come with practice. Tonight was also the first time I feel like I got a decent workout, because kicking up and down the pool (even just half a length) is surprisingly tiring. I exchanged phone numbers with one of the other girls in the class and we’re going to try to practice together one night a week. Fun!