The bottom of the pool is a frightening place. Except when you’re me. Then it’s horrifying.
And so day two happened.
Three quarters of a mile in the pool while doing what I’ve come to call the “Near Death While Panicking” stroke.
One of the aqua aerobics ladies stopped me so she could tell me that she and the other ladies could hear me shrieking under water & could I stop.
After coughing out about seventeen gallons of water directly in front of her, I readily complied with even more vigorous exercise by running away.
Ps. I’m pretty sure there was a shark in the pool.