Monday, Dec. 6
Ariel is my hero.
You know – the Disney mermaid.
If only I could breathe underwater with such grace, my life would be complete.
That skill would have come in handy this morning when Matt and I did our first scuba diving course.
Well, I wouldn’t call what I did scuba diving.
I flapped around near the surface of the water with a fully inflated BCD (buoyancy control device). Matt skimmed the ground with the (beautiful) scuba instructor, looking at starfish and other sea life.
Matt loved it. I absolutely hated it.
I couldn’t breathe properly because I was freaking out and I didn’t fully understand the equipment. Also, the water was dirty and murky, so we only had minimal visibility.
I don’t know if 8:45 on a Monday morning is too early for me to concentrate, or if I just need colour-coded pictures to help me understand directions.
Following our session, where we both received our discover scuba certificates, we hit the beach with a few litres of cider and some beer to discuss whether or not I could complete the full PADI open water dive course.
I flipped through a textbook the instructor gave me, literally designed for kids, and I think I can hack it.
My inspiration: We’re going to go to Fiji for two weeks in January if we both pass.