Today I finally got around to doing something I had wanted to do for a long time – go back to swimming lessons. I learnt to swim as a child in Templeogue College Swimmming Pool and my son swims there so it was a good a choice as any.
Over the last 40 years or so I have managed to loose my breathing technique and really struggle with keeping my face in the water. So this morning I joined the ladies class and I think the worst might be over. As an adult the fear of making a fool of yourself is usually far worse that the reality of a situation. I did find it difficult, was a little panicked but the lovely instructor Paula was great. By the end of the session I was worn out, my legs felt like lead but I was happy that I had taken the first step.
Have I sorted out my breathing technique – no but I will get there with practice – lane swimming here I come.