I have a goal

Aren't you proud of me? I worked really hard last fall at overcoming my fear of swimming. Now really, I'm not afraid of water. And I was really surprised that when I tried to swim some laps I kind of, sort of, had a bit of a panic attack in the middle of the pool. Yikes and embarrassing. Our homeschool association has a swim club that all the kids are part of. Three mornings a week, we all haul it out early to the college swimming pool. The older kids swim for 90 minutes, Danny has a toddler swim class for 30 minutes, and I usually get about 60 minutes to swim laps.

Yeah, that's right. There was a whole club worth of kids around when I had my little freak out session. Honestly, I panicked when I looked down and saw how far the bottom of the pool was. I really didn't panic too badly. Just had to talk myself back to the side. Then practiced deep breathing for about 20 minutes. I spent the rest of the semester with fins and a kick board. The last week I actually was able to swim freestyle for a few laps each day. Go me, right? I mean baby steps all the way.

Well, to make a long story even longer...our club coach has me training (oh, yeah, that sounds really athletic of me doesn't it?) to swim a mile by the end of March. At the beginning of February I could barely swim 50 yards without feeling like my heart was going to explode. Now I'm up to 1500 yards. Six hundred of them are with. out. stopping. That heart of mine - not exploding:)


So this is pretty much what I look like...

Honestly, I probably don't look like that at all. But at least I can stay on on top of the water, move my arm and legs, and breathe at the same time. This is major people!

I will most definitely keep you posted on my progress. I'm planning a big ole celebration once I can swim the whole distance...and for everyone's support, I'll make sure that you get a front row seat to my debut at the 2016 Olympics in Rio.