Hanging up the floaties but keeping the nose plug

There are a few things that must be said upfront so you can understand my situation.

1. This is my first time EVER taking swim lessons - thanks parents!

2. I would never drown because I do know the doggie paddle.

3. As hideous as the nose plug may look. . . . . it's totally worth it.

Typically swim lessons are taken as a young child however; growing up in Montana where pools don't exist only lakes do I did not have the opportunity to take lessons. After marrying Casey I realized that many summers would be spent in California and there would only be so many times I could decline getting in the pool with everyone before they would assume the unmentionable; she can't swim! So I swallowed my pride and asked Casey if he would teach me how to swim. I was thrilled when he accepted the offer. However, after a few lessons, poop in the pool, and nearly swallowing a glob of hair I started to question why I wanted to learn how to swim. Don't worry I haven't given up, but my enthusiasm for swimming hasn't increased either!

My swim instructor might say that I'm finicky and have issues when it comes to water but I would have to disagreed. I'm just not as fond as he is of the cold water, disgusting chlorine taste (it's inevitable you either swallow at least half the pool or it goes up your nose), and wet hair touching me (mine or other peoples). To overcome these so called issues that I have with water I have made a few adjustments:

1) I've contemplated wearing a wet suit to stay warm
2) I actually wear a pink nose plug
3) I now wear a swim cap to ensure my hair isn't floating in the pool

Even with all the adjustments I still don't necessarily love swimming. In the end I can only hope that I not only meet my goal but exceed it. The goal is to become a better swimmer so I can compete in a triathlon with Casey. And, exceeding my goal would be that I actually end up enjoying some part of swimming so that I continue doing it.

Warming up which doesn't involve getting my head wet!


I might be a little bias when I say that my instructor is the hottest one out there!


Learning the motion of a perfect stroke