During the second week of June--that's the 11-16--Elana Johnson is hosting the Never Surrender blogfest. This is something anyone, anywhere can participate in.
All you have to do is blog about a time you didn't surrender. Trained for a marathon? Queried agents? Had to study for an entrance exam? I'm looking for inspirational stories that you have experienced. Hard things you've accomplished because you didn't give up. I want to be inspired by you!
Anyone who blogs this week for the theme can enter to win one of three $15 B&N gift cards. Everyone who blogs this week will receive a SURRENDER swag package.
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Sign up in this form to make sure you get the swag package. Elana will visit each blog to read your inspirational "never surrender" moments.
My Never Surrender moment has to do with Scuba Diving. Now, I'm not the most adventurous person, but I wanted to give it a try, if only to prove to my boyfriend (now my hubby) that I wasn't a wimp. My regular open water training went fine and I didn't have any problems. The next year, however, I was going for my advanced diver cert. This trip was a nightmare!
For your advanced cert, you need to do 5 specialty dives. I can't remember all of what I did, but I remember a fish identification, a navigation, a night dive and a deep dive. Fish and navigation were fine, no problem.
|Me in the water.|
Then, the night dive...as I was getting in the water, I got stung all over my face by Agua Malas, the microscopic organisms that band together to form Portuguese Man of Wars. My eyelid swelled up twice it's size before the dive, but I was determined to do it, so I went into the water. I saw a bunch of cool night creatures...then almost got swallowed by some kind of huge eel when I put my hand in the wrong place. My mask got caught in some sea weed covered in Agua Malas so my ear swelled up. In the end, I decided night diving wasn't for me. After I got out, I had to pour white vinegar all over my face - ever get vinegar in your eye? Not something I ever want to repeat.
This is the easy trip, though. It was my deep dive that I'm most proud of myself for, because this one could have been a major catastrophe. We went on a boat and swam out to an underground volcano for this dive the next morning. I was the first to suit up, since I'm pretty efficient at gearing up, and I went around to the bow of the boat to wait for everyone to finish gearing up and join me. I inflated my BC/vest, grabbed onto the anchor line, and waited. After a few seconds, I noticed I had to inflate my vest again. Some strong waves came in and knocked me against the boat a few times in an unpleasant way, and then I noticed I had to inflate my vest again. At this point, I was getting frustrated and pissed, because I had 40 pounds of weight in my vest and everyone was taking so long. My head went under a few times.
I told our dive master that something wasn't working correctly, that my vest (that I had just spent $800 on, TYVM) kept losing air and I kept hitting the boat. He grabs my bc and...the breather just pops right off into his hand. Um, it shouldn't be doing that, especially on a brand new vest. So, I'm tired from fighting the waves and freaked out because if I had gone down with that vest, I wouldn't have been able to get back to the surface. We were going down 100 feet.
|Relaxing on the beach, back when I was a blondie.|
Anyway, so we go to the back of the boat and my dive master asks for someone else's vest for me to borrow. And I am suddenly bawling as the realization sets in that I COULD HAVE DIED!
The dive master looks at me like, "oh, god, not a silly crying girl" and says "Well, forget it then. You can stay here." And I get pissed at that look of irritation and pity on his face. Really pissed. Don't-you-dare-ever-pity-me pissed. I yell out "No, goddammit, I paid $347 for this fucking cert, I doing my goddamn deep dive!"
I thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head. He swallowed, giving me a look like "Oops, I pissed off the wrong girl," then says "okay" in this really weak voice. So, I change out my BC with my friend Katie's BC, do the damn dive, and am now an advanced cert diver!
|Having a well-deserved margarita after my dive.|
I didn't give up and I didn't surrender. I returned home, demanded my vest get fixed, then went back to diving a few weeks later. I have now done several deep dives with no more incident. And that's it! My story!
Ah, to be 26 again. :D Okay, I'm off to make chocolate chip cookies for a swim party in a couple of hours. Ta-ta!