If somehow I wasn’t sure enough before, I think I’m positive now; I absolutely prefer being on land to being in the water. I’m not sure that would have been true several years ago. I grew up on swimming lessons at Calgary’s VRRI (Vocational Rehabilitation and Research Institute) swimming pool. My mom used to take me to lessons ritualistically. Oddly enough, neither of my parents were particularly into swimming. I guess they either wanted me to become a great swimmer one day, or they were just worried that I would drown without these lessons. Nonetheless, I advanced quickly and was at a level ready to receive life-guard certification by the time I was in the fourth grade.
In high school, I passed the mandatory California swimming test with flying colors and even showed off my endurance by swimming a mile at a Boy Scout camp one year. I used to go to the high school swimming pool as a regular summer activity with my little brother and my friend James.
For some reason, over the years, my desire to go to the pool waned. Looking back, it might have because of my weight and my growing insecurities with my body. Perhaps it was the fact that swimming with contact lenses sucks. Or maybe it was just because I spent so much more time doing land-based activities like being in the marching band.
I loved being on boats as a child. Fast-forward to my final year in grad school and my responsibilities as the USC women’s crew sports information director. I had an amazing time heading out onto the water with the head coach to watch our girls row, but still, I couldn’t shake the feeling of just being worried about drowning. Where did this fear come from? I also couldn’t help but try my best not to touch any of the water.
As I’ve gotten older, I’ve noticed that I’ve become much more of a mysophobe. I’ve always been a neat freak, but these days, I want to wash my hands so much more often than I used to as a kid. Maybe it’s just because I’m more aware.
Let’s skip ahead to the point at hand. I went jet-skiing for the first time in my life today. While the experience was amazing in and of itself, while I was out on the water, I came to the conclusion that I felt much better about my life with both feet on solid ground. I can still swim just fine; and I had a life-jacket on. For some reason, the immense feeling of freedom on the water also brought on an incredible feeling of fear. I kept on thinking I was about to flip the WaveRunner over or fall into the water. I’m not even sure what was so scary about that, but I couldn’t shake it. I got up to 22MPH just to see if I could handle it, but the thrill of going so fast was quickly replaced by this sinking fear that I could flip over and die. Who knows what is wrong with me, but hey, I have no problems with admitting that I love being on land. I’m a certified land lover; tried and true.


