I did something today that I have been threatening to do for months. Years, actually. I started swimming lessons. Swimming is the only physical activity I have ever truly loved.

Now, I know how to swim. I’ve been jumping in pools since I was a wee tyke, according to my mother. But I haven’t had swim lessons since I was a kid. I know my form is probably somewhere in the “spaz” range, so I thought I would take lessons. Be all swift like a fishy, and swim laps during the daytime adult lap swim.

Good lord, that sounds like an exercise plan. Armageddon arriving shortly.

My first lesson was this evening and it was AWESOME. Almost instantly I felt all the tightness and tension in my neck and shoulders protesting. Not in a “ouch this hurts you’d better stop that this instant way.” But more in a “hey, if you keep this up we might not stick around” way.

AWESOME, oui?

Since I enjoyed it so much, this means I get to go out and buy accessories. I bought a suit a couple of months ago. But now I’m going to get some goggles, and I think I am going to get a swim cap because, even in a pony tail, my hair keeps getting in my face. Oh and a sassy bag to carry my equipment in and probably a special towel JUST FOR SWIMMING. Oh, and that shampoo that gets chlorine out of your hair. I need that.

Because I’m a swimmer now.