Swimming

I have been attending swimming classes, I can’t swim you see. The first day I landed with full enthusiasm, only to learn that it was going to take me an awfully long and painful while to learn to swim.

I had big dreams of being a successfully swimmer, though the first downhill task in my endeavour was waking up at 6 am. I don’t remember the last time I woke up that early. The sun light does not suit my nocturnal eyes. Post loads of nudging from my sister; I take the giant leap of getting out of bed.

Post the mandatory morning activities, I somehow manage to reach the swimming classes. The swimming lessons for a long time have been a mystery as I was made to move my legs as if I am cycling. Have been doing a terrible job there too as yours truly cant ride cycles which was forever. I then chucked this cycling coach and moved to another one.

This dude was even better, he asked me to start floating like swimmers. I am terrible start and can never manage to lift my leg off the floor. Its stuck to the floor.
The end result is swelling in my eyes with all the chlorine and a runny nose.

I am still going to the pool, am sure I will frighten the guys with the swelled up eyes.