Kick Harder

I found out via Amberle's boyfriend that a new YMCA opened in the area (well the next county North). I called and e-mailed right away about lessons.
Just a re-cap on past efforts to sign up for lessons: I have now been on my YMCA's wait list for lessons for almost a year. And the community pool requires you to camp in line before midnight for registration. After two Grande Americanos and a line that would rival Disneyland, I found the nearest bathroom then drove my sleepy self home to bed.
Well, I'm now in, at the new Y, and even though it's a little bit of a drive, it's going to be worth it! Maybe in the summer when it's lighter out, I can ride my bike there and back.
The good news from lesson one: my form is good. The work on news: the instructor said I need to kick more. Which is funny because when I started TRI training, Marc said I kicked too much. I guess I've come full circle.