Tuesday, May 13, 2008

eat my bubbles

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.

4 comments:

Kirt said...
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Kirt said...

So, maybe you were taught well how to swim, but you didn't know how well you were taught. Interesting, how you come to realize that your parents may really have prepared you for real life--or at least not drowning in a lake!

Malorie said...

or, my calves are wide like paddles, and my size 9ers are like flippers.

Meredith said...

you go girl.