Case, our cute teenaged swimming instructor said so, and I'm sure he wouldn't lie to me. Poor kid. His combined youth and cuteness give Jennifer and me the giggles, and I think it's starting to make him paranoid.
Case showed me how to make my stroke more efficient tonight, and that was worth the price of the whole class alone. Plus last night we got to go off the diving board. He said he'd teach us to do the walking jump thing off the board so we could try doing flips tonight, but he either forgot or didn't want to pull out the lifeguard gear he's required to have on hand for such death-defying feats.
(File photo!)
Swim class is pretty fun. I think I should take more classes in general. I feel like I'm finally over my post-college aversion to them.
(Weird. It looks like Typepad dropped my previous post. This has never happened before.)
(Ok, it's fixed. If you're on Typepad and lost a post today, you can recover it by following the steps outlined here.)
(Oh, good lord. I misspelled "breaststroke." That's fixed now too. This blog is turning into a disaster area.)