kicking alive

It had been a long time wish of mine to take swimming lessons. Each time, we were out to a wet destination, I was left dry and high with only able to get into the waist high water at best. And, all those swimming around me looked heroic :-)

So, I finally managed to gleefully squeeze in this one hour class each night. Yes, its each night, swimming under the bright lights with a coach's eye on us. The coach is a sorry figure sometimes when one of us jumps into 7-feet with false courage only to end up waving hands in distress call :-)

Its been a very enjoyable so far (in spite of the chilling showers, both before and after the swim ;)) with what ever little arms that I've moved and the legs I have kicked to stay afloat and surge to the wall. I've come quite a way with my aqua-skills and still got long way to go :-)