Tumble, splash and roll

The term “sink or swim” has never been more relevant than for my recent 4-day swimming lessons. I guess you could call them swimming lessons but they felt a lot more like water-boarding sessions. The lessons were on consecutive days and there was no parent involvement. There was no concept of “do your best sweetheart” or any other nonsense like that. I was forced to dunk my head underwater and do all sorts of other stressful things. I cried my way through the first class and then the second class was nearly as stressful but by the 4th class I was a veteran of this torture so I was able to gut it out. I am getting better at this swimming thing and Poppy refers to me as a young Ester Williams. Apparently, Poppy hasn’t watched swimming in the last 60 years because there are a few other more recent examples of fine female swimmers.

I also recently finished up my gymnastics classes which was a lot less stressful. There was far less crying involved and much more laughter. I was awarded a medal for participation and got to stand on the podium with everyone else.