Well, I’ve come full circle with my swimming past as I signed Jake and Beth up for summer swimming.
One of the boldest memories I have of summer swimming is having to get into the pool when it’s only 60 degrees. Images of sweatshirted coaches, arms wrapped around themselves, walking up and down the pool while we froze our asses off are emblazened on the old grey matter. With every breath, the sight of their comfort irked me.
So what do I do now that my kids are old enough to swim on the team and it’s only 60 degrees with 20 mph winds?
I don the sweatshirt, grab some coffee and settle into the lounge chair to enjoy some swim practice from dry land.
It’s good to be the grown-up.