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Swimming, swimming, all day long...

Guten Morgen, People. I hope you are well. I am wore out. This week I have been doing a swim clinic with a lifeguard instructor. (Of course it is the same lifeguard that I had one on one lessons with.) Mr. Tangerine Speedo...(That is what we called him I think.) I do not mind though. He knows me pretty well so I am able to submit to his commands willingly. He is friendly to all of the kids doing the clinic. (When I say kids, I mean kids. Like the 11 and under crowd. I am probably two feet taller than the entire class.) He makes it fun for them and then comes to me with his somewhat mischievous grin and says, "I'm gonna make you really tired." Yesterday his commands were 300 meters freestyle (twelve times across the lap pool), 25 butterfly, (one time across) 25 butterfly, 100 meters freestyle (4 times), 200 meters freestyle (8 times).
I think that was all of them, I feel like there should have been more. We also worked on diving. He demonstrated, but this time in his swim shorts not his speedo. His dives look far more majestic in a speedo. I honestly don't know if I think that because seeing so much skin on a guy sets my brain off or if the dive looks legitimately better. I am currently trying to figure that out. (I think it is the second option. He is not as attractive as I first thought.)
Rabbit trails...where was I? Ah, yes. He had me do the Butterfly. I made him promise not to laugh. I knew it would be bad because I have only attempted the stroke like four times in my life. I have never successfully achieved it. At the end of the pool, I was hiding my face from embarrassment. It was bad. My feet separated and I never put my arms far enough forward. Try again. He asked if we needed to tie my feet together LOL. When I do the Butterfly, I feel like a retarded fish who's body just convulses in strange ways. It is a waste of energy but I will eventually get where I am going.
Tomorrow my youth group is having a pool party at my pool. I challenged the Flash to a race. I am excited, but I realized something this morning. If I beat the Flash, what goal will I have to strive for??? 😱
I will strive to beat Mr. Tangerine Speedo. Watch out, buddy. I am coming for you next.
(He doesn't read my blog. He should though.)
Yesterday I told you guys that I would gather all of the information that I found on Matthew chapter 1 and post it here. I wrote a document on Google docs. I shall give you a link to it.
Here you go:
Matthew Chapter 1
I hope you enjoy that and feel smarter after. I know it is a bit skimpy, but it is only chapter one. This week I will be adding chapters 2 and 3. I might make a completely new document or add to the one I already have. I haven't decided yet.
Y'all's thought and comments etc etc are always welcome. Have a nice day!

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