The Deep End

Sometimes I forget the very fact that I have a blog. Like the last couple of weeks, for instance. But that is because life has been snooze worthy. Yes, that is the right adjective. Ever since we returned from Jamaica (more on that when I'm more feisty!).

2009, up until this lovely Monday(!) morning, was divided into the anticipation-filled 'Pre-Jamaica' and the blah 'Post-Jamaica'. I decided that I was going to have to try and line up something interesting, so that I have something to look forward to.

And voila. What else but swimming lessons? Yes, look at me like my colleagues do. Like I'm someone who stepped off another planet or something. Like I'm saying that I do not know my name, or that I do not know how to chew my food! Seriously, I don't know how to swim.

Chalk it up to the fact that when I was about 8(?) years old, I had to pick either dance or swimming. Of course, I started off with both, and did a successful summer stint when I was 6, at Park Sheraton. But then, with the Arangetram not too far away, and with a conscious decision to focus on dancing, dance won.

Of course, I still have some niggling doubts about the fact that my grandparents thought that too much of swimming might make me too dark, and I wasn't really one of those porcelain skinned things to start of with in the first place (already in line for a dose of Fair-n-Lovely every now and then!) What a hoot!

And then there was the episode with the SIET swimming pool. Our mom tried to get me and N back into the pool, and we did the whole 'Mom-n-Tots' thingie. Only to find that by then I was terrified of the deep end, and kicked and clawed at my instructor until she just threw me in with all her strength. Ah, the good times :)

I must add that N, to her credit, plodded on a couple of years even after that and now claims (read: claims) that she can swim to save her life. Cheers N!

So, after that swimming was all but forgotten. But here I am, in the land where summers are glorious, and its a shame to not be in a pool every now and then. I did take some initiative and try to get myself enrolled two years ago at NW. All I got to do was eat humble pie. 5 year olds looking at us like we were a different species altogether, and giggling at us floundering adults, as they dived off the deep end and we trashed around in the 4ft end! Needless to say, that was a closed chapter. Plus, the work and the timings were all wrong.

But here I am again. Round 2. This time I had the sense to pick out classes later in the evenings that I could actually go to, and they are so close to home. Maybe I should get a new thread going on 'Deeps At The Deep End'.