When I think back on the last year - I have mastered a lot of new skills.
I have mastered the art of walking in high heel sandals.
I have mastered the balancing act of keeping blood sugars in range when running for 3 1/2 hours - both in the cold days of March and the sweltering heat of August.
I mastered the art of blogging (I think).
I have sorta figured out the art of applying eye makeup. For those of you who only know me as a makeup-free tree hugger - forgive me. I did have a lot of fancy events this fall.
I learned how to design my own website.
I learned how to swim...properly.
But I think that the most bizarre skill I mastered this year was the ability to cough underwater.
Yes folks, I can cough sous l'eau.
Why did I learn this skill you ask? Because I was getting a little sick (and embarrassed) of coming to a dead stop in the middle of the lane every time a drop of water caught in my throat and I had to cough.
People looked at me funny and I don't like that!
It never occurred to me that I could cough underwater until my friends Erika and Klari were talking about it. Erika was complaining about having to cough underwater again (again??!). I pretended to sympathize but my brain was too busy wondering how that was possible.
So last Friday I tried it. When I turned my head to breathe and a rogue droplet tickled my throat I made myself keep swimming. I made myself put my face back into the water and...cough.
It was surprisingly easy - and effective.
My throat cleared, the droplet was expelled, and I was able to keep swimming sans problème.
On Monday morning, I coughed underwater about ten times. Each time worked perfectly.
I no longer get funny looks from fellow swimmers as I bolt upright in the middle of the lane. But I wonder what the lifeguards think as the girl who never wears a swim cap goes by and huge bubbles randomly burst forth from her head?
I guess it's better than some of the other options...