Being of a certain age, my learning to swim experience was not of the 'singing-nursery-rhymes-while-playing-with-colourful-toys-buoyed-up-by-inflatables' variety, but rather of the 'throw-her-in-the-deep-end-and-shout-loudly-till-she-comes-to-the-surface' variety! As a result I learned the breast stroke and stuck with it, as a means of getting from A to B (where A is one side of the pool and B is the other, and not where A is Dover and B is Calais!).I have however always harboured a burning desire to swim like a pro, ie front crawl, and if ever there was a time to address a burning desire, it was this year. So... I enrolled for swimming lessons at my local pool.
Now, thanks to the patience and perseverance of my two teachers (yes, one fled the profession half way through - I wonder why), I can now swim a length of front crawl with some degree of style and control. The more difficult challenge has been putting up with the taunts and ridicule of the 5-6 year old bystanders waiting for their lessons - many of whom are in my class at school!
How many months have I got to practise before August 2012?!?! Must get to work on the cellulite - it won't look good on the podium or on the front page of the national press!
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