Sooo. I’ve decided to try and swim laps during my bugz’ swimming lessons this summer.

For real.

Twice a week, I spend 35 minutes poolside, reading trashy books and playing on my phone while my darling children splash and dive. As adorable as they are, it’s starting to get a little…old.

I was under the impression that because the preschool parents have to stay in the facility during lessons, we also had to just stay and watch. Today I finally asked the front desk if this was the case. She said no! If I want to pay the drop in (or buy a pass or membership, or whatever), I can absolutely use the facility during my bugz’ lesson time.

Score! I need some cross training to compliment my running, and biking is a bit too inconvenient for me right now. I used to love swimming. I was a regular fish!! I passed all my Red
Cross levels before grade 6. I was a born swimmer. However…

I have only swam twice since I was 15 years old and failed my Bronze Cross endurance swim by 2 minutes. Don’t even get me started on that: I mean really! 24 lengths in 14 minutes is totally valid when someone is drowning in your 25m pool. Totally reasonable grounds for failing me when I was stellar in every other area.

Whatever. I’m not bitter about it 16 years later.

Oh god. I just realized it’s been more than HALF my lifetime since I was a regular swimmer. Oh god.

I swam lengths twice in 2010 when I thought about trying a triathlon. I also swam at the Grant MacEwan campus pool once when I was 18. That, my friends, is the grand sum of my swimming-as-exercise since November 1996.

Now I’m more freaked out about this than I was when I started writing this post!

Thanks, blog. You’ve reduced me to a flailing, drowning mess. While we’re at it, let’s also remember that the swim club also practices during my kids’ lesson time.

I can’t WAIT to go swimming during my bugz’ next lesson. Oh freaking yay.