Monday, 21 September 2015

Help ! I'm drowning, my bones are in my way.

Had my second swimming class yesterday.

The first class was about finding our comfort level and I was surprised to find I wasn't scared of the water.

I've always described my self as scared of water- well I'm terrified of drowning. One day I'll be in a plane crash, somehow manage not to burn in the plunging inferno even though I'll have two heart attacks on the way down and then I'll crash into the sea where I'll drown as theatrically as possible, so that all the people who look at my gnarled corpse, every single one of them will wake up at night screaming "quelle horreur" - they'll all be french you see.

Anyway, just so there's a chance I survive this inevitable  plane crash, l'm learning to swim.

So its my second class, and I'm surprised how comfortable I am in the water. All the years of taking my kids to their swimming classes and it's soon clear that I've learnt a couple of things, except how to float.

So my instructor comes over and hands me a floating device and after a couple of minutes, I'm still unable to just lay flat and be. On Water.
This very nice lady comes back  and says to me
"well its also a matter of how you are built,"

And I'm thinking "geez I know I'm middle heavy, but Shuan T has been kicking my butt for the last 5 weeks and my core is finally emerging from where I kept it six years ago ..."
And instructor lady goes ahead and says.

"Your body is built differently,"
And to my 'hmm?'
She clarifies by saying with some  hesitation
" African American bodies are heavier, so they tend to sink"

I remember thinking  while she was speaking, don't say anything, leave it alone, let it float into the atmosphere to wherever all the lost items we never find again are.
Unfortunately, my eyes and my face rode a roller coaster of 'reallys?' that ended right where it began. If she noticed, she didn't let on and kept explaining about bone density.

Go ahead and tell me how black people can't swim dear white lady.

She soon stops and I say ok and get back to flapping around.

I didn't even think about the fact that I'm not 'African American' until I was in my car an hour later.

Just plain African.

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