It’s mid January and I’ve already crossed one of my 2012 resolutions off the list: to become a swimmer. While this may sound like bragging, it isn’t… swimming was a 2011 resolution… and a 2010 resolution. Two years ago, I bought a proper lap swimsuit, and last year I managed to purchase the swim cap and goggles, neither of which were ever removed from their packaging.
It isn’t that I don’t know how to swim – I learned how to swim as a kid and spent summers at the pool across the street – but most of my experience was on the side of the pool lathered up in baby oil with a magazine. And if I was thrown overboard, I could keep myself afloat and get to solid ground (as long as it wasn’t very far), but seeing me in a pool doesn’t resemble the same fluid, succinct sport that Michael Phelps or Dara Torres compete at.




