Pee in your mask, Spit in your wetsuit.

I wish I was as cool looking as this guy in all my dive gear.

Wait... what? I think it's supposed to be the other way around. 

Troy and I spent the past week getting SCUBA certified. That means we can legally buy a tank and go breathe... underwater... up to 60 feet below the surface. It was exhausting, fun, mentally challenging, and pretty freakin cool. 

For the first two days of class, we spent 5 hours going through a diving book. We were essentially taught how to handle anything that went wrong during a diving experience. That part was a piece of cake, and we both aced all the tests. 

The next 5 days were spent underwater. First we were in the pool for 5 hours a night, 3 nights in a row. The first night was scary for me... adapting to breathing underwater through an artificial air source. Troy was a pro, like he always is with any new sport. We had to do many skills including removing our mask, spitting out our regulator (the mouthpiece that delivers air), losing, and recovering it, removing the entire SCUBA unit underwater and replacing it, and much more. You would really be laughing if we had pictures of me during some of these skill tests. Boy was it overwhelming! I honestly did not like or enjoy the experience at all at this point.

Then we were off to the ocean! Every time I got under the water, I floated right to the top. After weighing me down with 20 pounds and telling me I was extra buoyant (which I will pretend is a good thing), our instructor helped me to the bottom. This is when my experience changed. Instead of looking down on the fish as a snorkeler, we were literally surrounded by them! They considered us one of their own. A sea snake even came up and hung out with me while I did one of the tests- removing my mask and replacing it. He was there for moral support, I guess. 

The line of cars waiting to go to our dive site. There were 8 people in our class. I was probably hyperventilating at this point while Troy said "Kara, it will be okay, you will see cool fish!" and I said "This is NOT cool, I'm going to die and I didn't even get to tell my mom I love her!"

The pile of gear we had to put together, carry on our backs, and float through the ocean with... Mine was heavy with that extra 20 lbs!

When we finished our almost 40 hours of diving and passed all our tests, we became certified Open Water SCUBA divers! I am really proud of myself for completing the course, and so happy that I have an awesome husband who helped me make it through the classes! 

Super excited to put the official diver sticker on our cars!

Woot woot, we did it! :)

Hopefully we will get an underwater camera soon and you can see some pics of us down under! :)