A confession

I have a confession – I can’t swim.  And I really really hate it.

While I will go into the water (short spurts, shoulder high only in pools, thigh high only at the beach) I am just not comfortable in it and over time have turned into a moderate aquaphobic.   If I am at any risk of having my feet anything other than firmly planted on the ground I get anxious and I get out! My bum sinks to the ground when I try to float, I won’t open my eyes under water and worst of all I can’t put my head under water without getting a noseful. 

So, last November, during a period when I wasn’t quite feeling myself I decided I needed to do something for myself. I toyed with the idea of a pottery class but it wasn’t going to fulfil me in the way I needed at that time. Then suddenly - I had a brainwave – I will learn to swim!!!! Now, not surprisingly, it is not the first time I have had this brainwave but this time I knew it was different – I was really going to... well look into it at least....

2 months later...

It is 11 January 2011, and after numerous delay-booking-into-swimming-classes-tactics, I have finally done it – I have booked myself into weekly adult learn to swim classes. They start tomorrow. Arrrggghhh! I am nervous and excited and nervous and excited and nervous and excited. If I can learn how to swim I am going to feel as if I can do any-thing!