I’m slow. I panic. Did I mention that I’m slow?
After I attempted to swim and down and back along the buoys at Jensen’s Lake, I did practice drills while Jay did a second down and back. There was a little brownchickenbrowncow going on on the beach which was a little awkward. The awkwardness isn’t referring to their performance, just in case you were thinking I’m that pervy, but my proximity to it. I was finally able to slow the hamster wheel down enough to get some stroke patterns in. I’m still rushing my strokes then taking too long of a breath but right now it gets me through. I am a long way from feeling comfortable in the water. Open water is such a different game. At least I could still feel my toes when I got out. : )