2. I totally thought I would freak out because, essentially, you’re trapped under metres of water with only a small metal capsule full of air. BUT I didn’t I was more interested in the fact that I was breathing underwater. I also forgot to worry about poolsharks.
This may be different when I’m no longer in a pool, but I’m a firm believer in feeling the fear and doing it anyway. Or a firm believer in taking a friend to distract the sharks while I swim like I’ve never swum before.
4.Diving would give me an opportunity to meet new people, and to hang out with people that I already know and think are cool. I did my trial dive with Karlie my flatmate, Becks from kickboxing, Inez from work, and Gemma from the gym. Kat also floated around and took pictures of our butts.
Plus I have it on good authority (Kat again… I try not to argue with her) that the people at Dive & Ski are very fun, professional, and good quality.
5. Its only $450… I’m sure the parental units would make a small contribution in place of Xmas presents this year, and then it wouldn’t be so much out of my bank account all in one go. Also, I have been overheard muttering under my breath about getting my spending under control (by me…) Perhaps I need a goal?
And for luck:
6.I am awesome, and diving is awesome… Therefore me diving would be really awesome. Like, my head would be spinning with all the fun I’d be having, awesome.
As long as I don’t get eaten by a shark.
Ahoy! Thar be photos!
I’m the one third from the with little pig tail platted hair (HOT.) In this photo I’m wondering where the air comes from, and whether it is organically grown or at the very least certified by the SPCA.
From the left: Me, Becks, and Gemma. Our noses all look freaking hilarious now, but at the time I totally didn’t notice. I’m glad, because I’m not sure how successful laughing underwater would be.
Can you see the manic glee in my eyes? Who would have thought someone so close to being eaten by a poolshark could be so excited to get deeper into the water?
You totally can’t tell, but I’m pouting photogenically under the mask. BTW, my arms and thighs are in GREAT shape considering all the running I’ve been doing (Erm… exactly none.)
I even learnt a few dive signals. Like shark, and OK, and this one, which means do the robot.
Divers playing in the deep end (because why put scuba gear on if you only want to play in the kiddy pool, right?)
Action shot of me, gliding gracefully through the water. I am one with the pool.
Later I smacked a girl who snuck up on me in the face – there is no peripheral vision in goggles. This is probably one of the reasons divers do not use their arms so much as their legs and flippers to get around.
Group shot of mostly me. Because I am the best. Look how pleased with myself I am.
Oh. Fine, group shot. I’m still the best.
Final group shot, new angle. Aren’t we all HOT dive-babes?! Also LOOK I’m the tallest!