I can’t swim. At all.
The really interesting part…I love the water. Well, the ocean that is. I just spent a few days in Florida with a friend who is a swim coach. She has seen my attempts to swim. Ok, that is a lie, I don’t attempt to swim. She has seen me sit in chairs around the pool, sit on the pool edge or walk in to mid-thigh and slash water on my shoulders. From time to time I will do a cannon ball off the dive and doggy paddle to the side. I like to entertain. For the most part I am knows as “the hater of water”.
She was shocked to learn that I love the ocean. I can spend hours in or on the water. The ocean is peace to me.
I feel guilty that I can’t swim a proper stroke and that I have no idea how to swim a single lap. I feel that if I were to learn this is something we could share as a family.
In all honesty I have no interest in learning how to swim. I am not going to drown if I fall off a boat. That is good enough for me. Oddly enough, I love to go to the pool and literally count down the number of days until it opens. Did I mention it opens Saturday? Probably a little late to start my summer diet. I hope no one else started theirs last month…Happy days of summer here we come!