This swimming malarky is going well, I think. Ten lengths last night. Not bad for someone who three or four posts ago was unable to get in the pool without trying to hyperventilate (surprisingly ineffective when you’re submerged in water) and enjoying the tender embraces of blind panic whenever the floor or wall was out of touch. It’s starting to feel like I’m not pushing myself though (one of these days I’ll figure out why I don’t feel like I’ve done a good job if I can walk after a workout…). Time to start swimming a bit more and pausing between lengths a bit less I suppose. Still though, managed to dive last night for the first time (something I never managed even as a kid) and touched the floor of the deep end. So yay me. I’m now up there with seven-year-olds in terms of accomplishments 😀