聽 聽 聽 聽 聽 聽 The other day a good friend, who knew that I had undertaken a big writing project, asked me how busy I was. I responded by saying that I was barely treading water. As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I realized how ridiculous they sounded and both my friend and I burst out into fits of laughter. Anyone who knows me well also knows how improbable that image is. You see, I don鈥檛 know how to swim, I can鈥檛 tread water, and I seldom venture into water that is more than chest deep.
聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽 It wasn鈥檛 always that way. In fact, when I was a youngster I loved the lake, so much so that my parents were often concerned for my safety. There I would be, bravely heading out to deeper water to keep up with my friends. Sometimes I would be standing on my tiptoes to keep my nose above the surface.
聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽 After years of pretending to be a swimmer, I realized that this wasn鈥檛 much fun, so in my early 20s I decided to take swimming lessons. My husband and I were attending university summer classes in Saskatoon, so I felt this would be a great opportunity to enrol in an adult beginner class.
聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽 I was a bit nervous on my first day, but it turned out to be a resounding success! We students bobbed our heads underwater until some confidence was gained and then we learned how to float. 鈥淭his is going to be fantastic!鈥� I thought. I could scarcely wait to tell my husband about my newly-discovered aquatic skills.
聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽 On the second day we ventured into the deep end, but stayed near the edge of the pool. 聽 There we experimented with taking deep breaths, letting ourselves sink under water, and then feeling our air-filled lungs propel us back to the surface. Knowing that I would not stay underwater gave me even more confidence.
聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽 But then along came the third day of lessons and I hit my learning curve. For whatever reason, our young instructor (I swear he looked about 14 years old) decided we should jump off the diving board. He hadn鈥檛 thought this next step through very well, because none of us had yet learned how to tread water. So when everyone jumped off鈥� well, you get the idea.
聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽 When it came to my turn, I took a deep breath and jumped in. The shock of hitting the water made me expel all the air in my lungs which meant that this time I went down, but was not shooting back up. Of course, I panicked, swallowed a bunch of water and had to be fished out with a long pole. Not my finest moment!
聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽 After that incident, I refused to venture into the deep end. No persuading or reasoning made me trust my instructor, who, I felt, had let me down (quite literally)! I did not give up completely and I still wanted to learn how to tread water, but try as I might I couldn鈥檛 get the hang of it. One day, in total frustration, I asked the instructor what I was doing wrong.
聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽 He replied, 鈥淚 don鈥檛 quite know, but you鈥檙e doing something wrong with your arms and legs.鈥�
聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽 That was my breaking point and I hissed back, in a very aggressive manner, 鈥淥f course I鈥檓 doing something wrong with my arms and legs. I don鈥檛 need to be a swimming instructor to figure that out!鈥�
聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽聽 After that he stayed far away from me and I never did learn how to tread water. As a matter of fact, I developed a fear of water. It turns out that while I might have been a decent teacher, I was a terrible student!
