mjdiedrich said:
Bulgron: My 9 year old just got into synchronized swimming this past spring and loves it. We tried to get her onto a swim team but "swimming laps was boring". So we looked into other swimming sports. We found a local synchronized swim team and shw really took to it!
Heh heh. Well, expect her to be able to hold her breath like there's no coming up for air ever again. I've never seen anyone who could stay underwater longer than my wife.
In fact, we met in a scuba diving class. When you first take diving, they make you swim a ways on top of the water and then swim some more underwater, just to show you're comfortable doing it. Well, on the surface swim I couldn't help but notice that she was keeping up with me. So when it came time for the underwater swim, I buddied up with her just to see how she did.
The deal was, you had to make it 3/4 of the way down the pool underwater.
So it's our turn and we take off. We get to the 3/4 mark, look at each, shrug, keep going. Then we get to the far end of the pool, look at each other, shrug, turn around and head back. Then we get back to the starting point, look at each other, shrug, turn around, and head on back down the pool.
I finally came up for air halfway down on the third length. She made it a few strokes farther than I did.
Funny thing was, the instructors almost failed us. Of the three there on deck, two weren't paying attention so all they saw was us coming up halfway down the pool. So we didn't make the distance, right? Fortunately, the third instructor was watching all of this and laughing his ass off, so we were golden.
Of course, come time for the open water dives, all of this came back to haunt us. The first thing you do for your open water is some free diving -- you use a snorkle and no air tanks. So they take the class out into the ocean (Monterey Bay) to do our free dives and they stop everyone in about 10 or 20 feet of water. Except for me and my future wife, that is. Us, they grab by our vests and keep dragging out into the bay, farther and farther until we're in about 45 or 50 feet of water.
"OK smartass," they tell me, "go to the bottom and bring me back a shell."
So I did.
They did not expect this. So then they turn to my future wife and they tell her to go to the bottom and bring back a hermit crab. Ha ha ha, no way is she going to pull that one off.
But she did.
After that, I just had to marry her, you see. Just had to.
Sorry for running on like this, but the story still makes me laugh.