Swim like a....

I'm not sure if I've mentioned it before, but Mr B is a bit of a fish.  As is Lil Miss B.  They love to play in a pool, and whenever we go to an adults laned swim, Mr B always swims a whole mile.  (Which, as I have found out, is 64 lengths of a 25m pool)  They both dive.  And tumble turn.  Like I said, fish.

Now me - I'm not exactly known for my great prowess in the water.  I don't dive.  That would mean I would have to put my head underwater!!!!  I can't do that!  I swim with my head firmly on the surface, so water doesn't go up my nose.  I don't *do* flumes in a pool.  Tumble turns?  Hah!  Whaddya think I am, a mermaid???  At least, that WAS the case.  From the time Mr B and I hooked up, we went swimming.  Admittedly, for the first few months it was to fun pools with Lil Miss, and I paddled about in the water (need to add at this point that I can't do breaststroke, only front crawl, which apparently isn't actually that bad for style and grace!) looking on enviously.  I'd also not long quit smoking, so any physical exertion really told on my poor beleagured lungs, but I knew I needed to get more exercise and lose weight.... and so it went.  And he bought me goggles...

Then we moved in together, he got a leisure centre joint membership, and things changed.  Subversively.  In order to get the most of your membership, you need to go swimming twice a week, and do other stuff like the gym, or pilates (love pilates when the instructor knows what they're doing.  Sadly, the one at our LC doesn't... boo) etc.  And gradually things became.... different.

I'm not really competitive, but each week I've aimed to do a little better than the week before.  So imagine my surprise and delight when, last Wednesday, I managed to do......... *drum roll please* 32 lengths.  A whole half mile.  Mr B would wag his tail if he had one.  Except I still wasn't sticking my face in the water to swim.  Kinda cramps your style, if you'll pardon the pun.

Then on Saturday afternoon the one thing happened that made Mr B practically turn himself inside out with glee - I swam underwater!  Yup - you read it here first folks.  The fish is born.  It was like a switch being flipped, a lightbulb going on in my head.  I didn't want to get out of the pool.  Mr B was training Lil Miss to do racing dives, and I kept popping my head underwater to see how she was faring once in the water, and it just progressed from there.  Next thing you'll know, I'll be diving.

Watch this ripple......




PS.  Just want to sat thanks to Arlington VA Primary School for the use of the goggles pic!