oy -- all I did in the pool today for lesson #3 was practice stroking, just a few feet off the wall. Glide, then kick, then only two or three strokes on each side. Turn around and come back, and do it again. That was all, and that was enough.
He had me focus on my form, on going slowly and making sure that I pulled my arm through the water, that I exaggerated the elbow up and out, that I kept my hand above the water as I brought it forward, that my hand went into the water thumb-first. He made sure I kept my head under just to my brow line, that I kept my chin down when I turned to breathe (why is that SO HARD?), that my legs stayed mostly under water, that I kicked from the thigh and not the knee.
He promises me that I've got the basics down now, and all I need to do now is practice, practice, practice. He swears to me that I'll be able to go all the way across -- even past the blue line -- by the end of the five lessons. That's two lessons from now. I think it might be possible. It HAS to be possible. If I believe it, it will happen, right? Right?
ORN -- 3 miles on the TM as soon as I get the boys in bed. I'm not going fast. At all. I'm feeling the lunchtime workout in my arms, but I'm really just going to take it slowly today. Just enough for the February challenge.