From Wonder Bread to Multi-grain Toast

I landed Orlando, FL a slice of Wonder Bread and returned to NYC a piece of Multi-grain Toast.

Such is the intensity of Melon's course and the UV rays down south. Five other women, each going through important life changes (newly married, newly divorced, newly jobless, soon-to-wed, expecting mother), joined me for four hours in an outdoor pool everyday for a week. Every one acquired a little color. I, of a more delicate nature, got fried like tempura. Forty-eight hours after my return my sand-papered cheeks are still burning, my goggled tan a guarantee for Office Clown status when I show up for work tomorrow.

This said, the trade-offs were worth it. Though I can't do any strokes yet and still need to improve my back "unfloat":

I am far more comfortable in H20
I can do a somersault and handstand in water
I can do a whale jump
I can cough and grin under water
I can stand, totally immersed, in the bottom of water like I stand on land
Etc, etc

For me, that's major progress.

Next time, I will probably take a course in an indoor pool. Burning cheeks could be a painful distraction.