Our summer traveling days were postponed with such a rigid schedule. The first meet fell on a Tuesday when relatives were in town. What a relief that we had so much support that first night! I had flashbacks to the triathalon from a few years ago. We had a little backpack with some snacks and a few chairs. The boys had a towel, goggles, and sported some new jammers (the real world would call these tight trunks). I felt prepared, but was amazed to see families rolling coolers into the meet. Kids racing around...it's 90 outside and 95 inside...what's the group huddling around the wall for? And did I bring a permanent marker? For what?!
Then Josiah starts running a fever and my grandma looks at me and says, I'll go home with your Aunt and we'll watch him.
I felt like vomiting the entire time. By the end of the season I wasn't rolling a cooler into the meet, but I did know what the crowds were about (looking at what event the kids were swimming) and why I need a permanent marker (to write event numbers on our kids' hands).
We aren't raising the next Mike Phelps, but I think next summer we'll have a few more swimmers on the summer team again.
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