Pool noodles

Last night was awesome.  That's what she said.  No, really.

When I went back to college in my twenties I was petrified.  This was mostly because high school wasn’t the confidence building experience that so many others experienced.  I’m still waiting for that experience, actually.  Anyways, full of self-doubt with a smattering of terror and self-loathing, I drove out to the Langley campus of my college with Michael one weekend so we could try and figure out where my classroom was.  Yep.  Mid-twenties, kids.

The campus was actually closed that day so I couldn’t get into the building and resorted to peering through windows to try and guess where it was that I was supposed to go when the time actually came.

And so, last night, R – who has a very similar temperament – and I arrived more than half an hour early for our Aquafit class.  We went for a little walk to kill time and then we essentially got schooled.  We couldn’t figure out the locker situation.  We didn’t know that we were supposed to wear these belts to help buoy us.  We didn’t realize that by concentrating too much on the ripped, chiseled guys coming out of the sauna that we would miss what the instructor was saying.  Maybe that was just me.  Hot, sweaty mess…

What?  Oh right.  Pool noodles.  Pool noodles were incorporated into the routine.  There was techno Abba.  We did jumping jacks.  In the water.  The land lubbing instructor lithely pranced around the pool edge and made us all look like sea slugs.
Astride my giant, blue noodle I thought “well, then”.
Well, then.
Pros: I am back in the water after a very lengthy hiatus.  People were kind in response to our confused stares.  I got over my fear of being seen in a bathing suit in record time (hint: no one cares!).  I tried something new.  I didn’t run.  After the class I did a couple of laps in the swimming lanes.
Cons: To paraphrase R, “it’s amazing that we graduated from post secondary education and can’t figure out the locker situation”.  It was hard to understand what was going on (I was sober, too) so I just sort of swam around in circles with a smile on my face a lot.  Nipples the size of toilet plungers.
Well then.