Billy and I took a 'try scuba diving' class today (thanks Living Social deal) and I've got to say, it's about what I expected.
Scuba diving is something I've always wanted to try, but was always afraid of. My head gets in my way sometimes and I knew going in that I was going to have a hard time separating my brain from what I was doing. Seriously? Breathing underwater? It's hard to accept that that's possible.
There were five people in our class, including me and Billy. Our instructor seemed knowledgeable, but bored. (I don't think he was expecting any of us to sign up for the certification course, so he was just doing what he needed to do to get on with his day.) He showed us how to get strapped in, adjust our buoyancy, use the mouthpiece and find our mouthpiece underwater. He showed us two ways of getting our mouthpiece back in our mouth if it comes out underwater and how to clear our masks. Then he let us dive, er, swim, er, float, er, sit underwater.
There was no diving. And I couldn't swim or even float much because he put rocks in my pockets. (I'm buoyant, what can I say?) He put maybe two too many rocks in my pockets because I wasn't able to do much of anything underwater.
But I could breathe! I did good, I think. It was hard, though. Just when I'd let go and relax, I'd realize that I was breathing underwater and consider freaking out. I never freaked out, but I thought about it.
I enjoyed the experience. I'm glad I tried it. I'm just not sure if I could do it in open water. A pool, sure. But open water? Not so sure. Once I was 20,000 leagues under the sea, I'm pretty sure I'd go from thinking about freaking out to freaking out, and that, kids, is how people die. (At least, that's what our instructor said.)