I did not want to go. It’s too hard. I don’t know how to swim. Maybe I’ll just drop out. I’ll just stay in bed. I know I paid the money but oh well.
Then I remembered my word: discipline.
I got out of bed. Put my swim suit on. Gathered my things, got in the car, and went.
Do you know the swim instructor, one of the three coaches, pulled me aside for a good 20 minutes, and gave me a one on one lesson. Now that’s a good coach. He jokingly said afterwards, “that will be $450.”
He recognized I was struggling. So he taught me.
I wouldn’t have gotten the lesson if I dropped out. How could I have improved my technique if I didn’t even show up?
I listened to every word he said. I watched his every move, trying to take it all in. I swam the hardest I ever swam. He recognized that. He kept telling him “slow down; take it slow, nice and easy.” (Learn the technique.”
I’m so glad I went. Victory. Now, the hard part: practicing. And remembering the training.