Conquered

I have an irrational fear of swimming. You would think my mom would have passed some of her fishlike qualities to all of her children, but, nope. Didn't happen. Don't get me wrong, those swimming lessons I took when I was twelve (in a class of 8 year olds, mind you) totally helped. However, I really get scared by the thought of keeping my head under water and trying to control my breathing, all while keeping my body coordinated.

Today was my day off, woo! and I got a call from madre at eight asking me to come try out water aerobics in her brand, spankin', new pool. I've swam in it a few times already, but definitely didn't get my head under water. I knew the laps were inevitable.

We may have looked ridiculous as we jammed out to Karmin and swung our over-sized, float-able dumbbells around in the water, but seriously, that was a killer workout. I'll definitely come do that again, no matter how weird we looked.

After about 30 minutes of aerobics, she busted out the l word: laps. I started, swam two strokes, sputtered, swallowed water, and came back up. I started to panic and immediately my hand shot out toward the safety of the wall. I tried opening my eyes under water, but that freaked me out even more. Finally, I thought "goggles!" Madre only had snorkeling goggles, but I figured they would work too. Side note, I also have a really hard time breathing out of my mouth. Nose it is, always, unless I'm sick and those are the worst times.

I would like to say, I managed to do about 3 laps successfully with head under water and everything. Score!

And now, three of my fav recent pictures:

Birthday run to Sonic for the big guy

Glasses. Nose. Fail. 

Love the gun being so nicely aimed at the Cam. Thanks, Bendito.  

Peace.