I'm a one-stroke kinda swimmer.
I taught myself the freestyle two years ago when I wanted to swim. It took me weeks and weeks to coordinate breathing on my left side. And even longer to remember to kick.
I have never learned how to do the breast stroke, back stroke or, heaven forbid, the butterfly.
I'm not opposed to them. I just don't know how to do them. The odd time I have tried any of them it hasn't gone well and I quickly switch back to what I know.
Apparently our Masters swim class is going to focus on stroke development for the rest of the summer.
The athlete in me is excited to try something new.
The awkward, uncoordinated, trip over my own feet part of me is nauseated at the thought of looking ridiculous.
Doug just grins and says it's going to be an interesting summer.