Eek, I need swimming lessons.
Oh, yeah. Take some. Years ago when I had a triathlon in my head (I've since wised up) I took about two months of lessons.
I thought I knew how to swim, but I really didn't. I learned the S-stroke, learned how to do a lap by just kicking, (whew) and, most importantly, I finally learned how to breathe on every third right hand stroke.
The Y had a Summer Long Triathlon--
you posted each day how many laps of swimming, how many miles of biking (machine or actual) and how many many of running (treadmill or actual) you did every day from Memorial Day until Labor Day.
Everyone could see who was leading......or falling behind. It was really fun, about 80 people from 25-60 took part.
I was fat and 45. I learned I could do 80 laps of the pool, run 6 miles around the tennis courts and baseball fields and do the bike machine for 25 miles in an hour. (About the same as I could do on a actual bike at the time.)
I came in fourth.
Joe(I wish I had a pool, well, I do, but ...but..but)Nation