I can’t believe that I am even attempting this, but since my 30th birthday is quickly approaching I thought I could knock off a few things off my “things I want to try before 30” list.
What I didn’t expect to do was buy myself scuba diving lessons. I mean for real…it’s the dead of winter.
Last night was my first lesson…I was a little surprised to be in the pool with all the gear on. It weighs a ton out of the water. I felt like a monkey strapped to a tree with it on my back until I got to work underwater. Then I started to hyperventilate. Something like rationalization kicked in and told my dumb ass “you can’t breath underwater!” Luck for me the old man is taking the class along with me and he and the instructor were super patient with me.
Tonight we are going to a
local’s favorite to practice our skills. I’m told it is the only warm water scuba diving destination in the continental US. So I won’t freeze to death. Even thought it’s only going to be 16 degrees out.So if I don’t write for a while, start looking up my obituary. Wish me luck!