Anyway!
Oof.
Once upon a time in the dim, dim ages past, I was on a community swim team. I was probably the worst person on the team, mind you, but I was still there, and did a lot of swimming. So slipping into the water and splooshing around a bit was much like riding a bicycle ... my muscles already knew what to do, even after *mumble* decades.
On the other hand, I didn't have asthma when I was ten. And I had a lot more energy. 0.o After two laps of freestyle, I was puffing for air, and after four, I was gasping. But I kept going, stopping for breath when I had to, ratcheting down to the breast stroke and eventually that kind whose name I can't remember -- like the breast stroke but on your back -- because they were easier on me. After half an hour, I was tapped out, so I called it a night. And this morning I'm sore in all sorts of strange places. Muscles that I haven't spoken to since I was still in school are going, "Hey, what the...?" But I'm glad we went. :)
We're due to have "smart start" [1] sessions with trainers at some point, but they haven't contacted us about that yet, so in the meantime, we're going to muck around as best we can. But three sessions a week of something is still better than the nothing we've been getting.
-The Gneech
[1] Isn't that cute. :P