I stepped out of my room into the hallway wearing my swimsuit, and almost bumped into a Marine coming to my room. I'd forgotten that he'd talked to me at work, as I was feeling pretty stressed and blew him off a bit. He'd just purchased a new Nikon D40 camera, and since I'm the squadron's best-known camera geek, he wanted some pointers. So I'd told him to stop by after work, and there I was, about to blow him off.

So we invited him to join us at the pool, and he cheerfully did. He ended up being a better instructor than I was, because he'd started surfing at the age of 11 and grew up a ten minute walk from the beach in Puerto Rico. I could learn a few things from him.

Among other thing, I remembered how much fun swimming could be. I've not been swimming for pleasure since college. I still have muscle memory of how to swim, but it was awkward for fifteen minutes or so. Also, I gained that muscle memory when I had long hair- so every time I surface, I flip my neck to clear the hair away from my mouth. That was pretty well wasted energy now, as you might imagine.

We spent 90 minutes in the water, and had a grand time.

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