Second week of swimming lessons completed and it was a tale of two halves on Friday night. As I’ve mentioned before, I did have some lessons 20 years ago, before that I couldn’t even have a shower properly. We had a different instructor, one who didn’t know me or my fears. He was great, really supportive, no pressure, but actually I felt that I really wanted to try.
I’d been recommended to buy some goggles after my first lesson, I’d got a bargain pair in town in the week and was ready to go. I was ready for my swimming lesson.
We started the lesson with woggles, last week was doggy paddle, this week we started with breast stroke. I really got it, liked it, got my actions right. Felt happy. Me, happy in the water?? Who would have thought.
Now, for the funny part (well didn’t feel so funny at the time). I have a bit of a hearing issue. I’ve had all the tests, I’m just on the wrong side of the borderline for getting some sort of aid. My friends are used to the fact I text, rather than call. I struggle in crowded areas to hear people talking to me, conversations in a group can be interesting. So, hold that thought. I thought the instructor said, now we’ll try floats ok all, me – yes that’s fine. What he actually said, now we’ll try with no floats (meaning the woggle was a float). Oh god! Do I try swimming on my own? Surely I can’t do this.
The instructor could see I was a bit panicked, he said, no pressure. If you like I’ll hold one of your hands, I’ll be there if you want to stop. Ok, let’s do this. We did it together. Half length of the pool. Right turn around. Time to go back. Same again? No, I REALLY want to do this, I really want to try. Will you be there in case it all goes horribly wrong? Yes. See the end of the pool? Imagine that Monkey is sitting there, waiting for you. You can do this, and I flipping well did. I was swimming. Of course, as soon as I actually thought about it, I stopped. But it was a start, and I did it again and again.
I was swimming, I’d made a start. Woppee! Then the instructor said we’d be going on our backs. Oh god, no. I don’t think I can do that, I’ve never been on my back in the water. I really don’t think I can do this, even with a woggle. Don’t worry, I will be behind you. So I did it, now it’s fair to say that my breathing was frantic, I was certainly on the edge of a panic attack. I could feel myself going. But the instructor was great, kept talking to me, breathe in, breathe out, slowly. How was that? Horrible! Ok, I like someone who’s honest! Don’t think panic, just think it’s ok, I can do this. I did manage it, with no woggle, just the instructor holding my head. I’d be lying if I said I enjoyed it. I didn’t. But I did manage to calm my breathing down, which was enough for one week.
An evening of highs and lows, swimming! I treated myself to a glass of wine when I got home. I have to say, that the first half-length back to the other end of the pool. I was seeing Monkey there, waiting for me. I had to stop myself bursting into tears when I got there. It was quite overwhelming. A high-five with my class mates was waiting. It was a buzz. Lesson 3 awaits, I wonder what I can achieve this week.
As this week’s theme for #TheGallery is Sport, I will be linking up there later this week too.