Like Nat, I’m back in the pool.
I’m taking Monday evening adult swimming lessons at Making Waves Swim School in Guelph.
There was a lot of snow and blowing snow on the first night and I thought classes might be canceled. They weren’t but we ended up with a pretty small class. Just one instructor and three adult students. We’re all women and I would guess our age range to be 30 and up. (I’m the up.)
The pool is lovely. It’s also warm, 90 degrees.
Everybody could swim, sort of. But none of us could do lengths of a recognizable stroke.
I spent the first half of the class working on front crawl with the help of the instructor who had some good tips. Take it slow, take relaxed breaths, worry about about speed later.
In the second half we learned elementary backstroke to practise our whipkick. It was when the instructor was teaching us the arm movements that I remembered they mostly teach children.
It’s chicken, moose, butterfly.
I’m looking forward to my next class. Will let you know how it goes.
Learning to swim “real” strokes as an adult deserves a big bravo.
Thanks for this post. I can kind of imagine the chicken and butterfly, but what is the moose for in swim instruction? Should we be adopting animal names for philosophical tools in the classroom, too?
We can chicken, moose, butterfly together this summer!