I set off to the local sporting goods store in search of the perfect swimsuit. Here is what I purchased for training:
Just kidding.
After three round of trying on racing/competition suits that were absurdly too tight, I discovered a microscopic sizing chart on the rack of the swimsuits. Which was in a foreign language to me, because according to my measurements, I’d be a size 28, but the 28 I tried on was small enough to fit my 8-year-old daughter. Made no sense. Like I would have ripped seams if I brought it up over my shoulders. Torso too long? So I settled for a 36 which was comfortable snug, but it it didn’t come in any fun colors or prints. So you will find me, one-piece suit clad for once in my life, in this bad thang:
After three round of trying on racing/competition suits that were absurdly too tight, I discovered a microscopic sizing chart on the rack of the swimsuits. Which was in a foreign language to me, because according to my measurements, I’d be a size 28, but the 28 I tried on was small enough to fit my 8-year-old daughter. Made no sense. Like I would have ripped seams if I brought it up over my shoulders. Torso too long? So I settled for a 36 which was comfortable snug, but it it didn’t come in any fun colors or prints. So you will find me, one-piece suit clad for once in my life, in this bad thang:
And some wicked cute accessories:
Testing the water seal!
And off to the pool I went. I was all amped up from watching the U.S. Olympic swim trials last night, so I dove in and took off….and made it half the length of the pool before floundering. I guess I am no Elizabeth Beisel.
Might I add the lifeguard on duty today was wearing a knee-length cast, and she would have sunk pretty darn quick need I required rescuing.
But I regained my composure, and managed doing 20 minutes of freestyle and some back floating with some breaks in between. Somewhat disappointed that I couldn’t dive right in and take off, but given the fact my only swim lesson was literally ONE session at Micozzi Beach when I was 9 years old, then it became E. coli infested with geese poop and the Board of Health had to shut it down. So yes, with ONE formal swim lesson under my belt, I suppose I have lots of work cut out for me! Something to aim for, I suppose. In the words of my fave fish friend, “Just Keep Swimming!” (Sorry, I couldn’t write my first post about swimming and not say it!)
Might I add the lifeguard on duty today was wearing a knee-length cast, and she would have sunk pretty darn quick need I required rescuing.
But I regained my composure, and managed doing 20 minutes of freestyle and some back floating with some breaks in between. Somewhat disappointed that I couldn’t dive right in and take off, but given the fact my only swim lesson was literally ONE session at Micozzi Beach when I was 9 years old, then it became E. coli infested with geese poop and the Board of Health had to shut it down. So yes, with ONE formal swim lesson under my belt, I suppose I have lots of work cut out for me! Something to aim for, I suppose. In the words of my fave fish friend, “Just Keep Swimming!” (Sorry, I couldn’t write my first post about swimming and not say it!)