Can I admit something? I don't know how to swim. I mean, I can "swim" just like anyone else. But real swimming--goggles, the swim cap, knowing when to breathe, how to move your arms--I cannot do. The last time I learned how to time my breathing was "spitting watermelon seeds" at the BSU pool when I was 5. So I approached Jon's suggestion to swim laps last night with some trepidation. But then we were going to use kick boards so I felt better about taking the arms and breathing part out of the equation. We shared a lane and Jon started going before me. When I finally started (the water was kinda cold) he was about halfway down the lane. Well, I kicked and kicked and imagine my surprise when I found myself catching up, then passing Jon like he was standing still. I think he was as shocked as I was. Lap after lap I whizzed past that boy like I had flipper feet. Now for those who don't understand, I do not beat Jon at anything sports related. Kite flying, running, ping pong, bowling, nothing! And I tend to be quite competitive so it frustrates me to the point where wii tennis is a touchy subject now. So I was feeling pretty great. I almost let him win once on this really intense backstroke lap. But I didn't. Jon told me I could have been a great swimming talent. I told him that if I was a world class swimmer than I may not have gone to BYU, and we would have never met and then he's out an eternal companion, wallowing in loneliness. So I don't have any regrets.