Butterfly, oh, oh that's old. Let me see you tootsie roll!

Okay, this song has little to do with the post but everytime I think Butterfly I hear it. Anyways, some of you might remember that during our last swim class experience I learned how to Butterfly... sort of. I mean, I can get myself across the pool (with great effort) but I'm not really sure if I'm doing it correctly. I fear that I look like one of those crazy people who do the crawl without putting their face in the water i.e. totally wrong. However, I'm getting really bored of doing freestyle laps in swim class so I decided to suck up my pride and try to do a lap of butterfly. And it went... Well I got across the pool. Thanks to my newfound cardiovascular strength(thanks 1/2 marathon training!) I made it, but the whole time I was kind of tortured by the possibility that all the good swimmers were sniggering at my floppy butterfly. It's not really a subtle stroke. I was displacing A LOT of water. At the end of 25 looooooong meters I steadied myself for possible humiliation as I leaned up against the wall to re-catch my breath.

Then something wonderful happened.

The guy in the lane next to me opened his eyes wide and said "Ohmygosh. I was watching you under the water. That was hella cool." Charmed by his enthusiasm, flattery and impossibly adorable chicano accent I immediately went into girly 7th grader mode. "Ohmygosh, thank you so much, I'm not sure if I was doing it right." I think I might've even bit my thumb while I did gushed. I mean what else could I do? I'm a Bay Area girl and he said "Hella!"

Renewed by a strangers compliment I took a deep breath and butterflopped my way back to the other side.

Posted on June 25, 2009 and filed under Livin la Vida Loca.