I was shamed into it.
I drank more Pinot Noir than was good for me at a college benefit auction, and bought a trip to Australia. My long-suffering husband just shook his head, and in the car on the way home, he said, "Well, if we are going to go to Australia, you are going to HAVE to learn to dive." So I did.
I figured it'd be fun to float around in warm, clear water (and it is), but I had no intention of ever getting in Puget Sound. Almost two hundred cold water dives later, I'm still not always sure why I do that to myself
I drank more Pinot Noir than was good for me at a college benefit auction, and bought a trip to Australia. My long-suffering husband just shook his head, and in the car on the way home, he said, "Well, if we are going to go to Australia, you are going to HAVE to learn to dive." So I did.
I figured it'd be fun to float around in warm, clear water (and it is), but I had no intention of ever getting in Puget Sound. Almost two hundred cold water dives later, I'm still not always sure why I do that to myself