Rambling Friday: Swimming is No Picnic!

Swimming is no picnic. At least for older people. Here's the story:

I never, ever had a swimming pool (that I can remember) growing up. So, of course, I didn't learn to swim. After I was married, hubby tried to teach me numerous times, but I was just too scared of the water, even knee-deep, and hated the water in my face. Crazy?

Yep. 

BUT...this year--and I'll never know the reason, while at the lake house, watching my grandboys swimming like fish, I found myself wishing I could be that free in the water. 

So after they left, I told hubby I wanted to learn how to swim. It was so easy...

Not true. But true to my nature, I was hesitant and afraid. 

Hubby was patient with me. He gave me goggles to wear, held on to me for security (mine), instructed and encouraged me, giving me little tidbits of advice at a time so I could feel more comfortable in the water. 

It worked! 

With tiny steps, I ventured more and more into the swimming. By the time that session was done I was dog-paddling fairly well. The next day I shot for active swimming and did okay with that too. 

I loved it! In fact, I stayed in the pool longer than hubby. :)  

I'm sure I'll forget some things and have to re-learn the next time. I may never swim in contests (lol), but for enjoyment and exercise, I hope I continue to have that desire to swim a little. 

New accomplishment this summer for me.

What have you done that's totally out of your comfort zone?