Whoever created this saying was clearly not a swimmer. On a swim meet weekend Friday night usually means “drive your ass to a swim meet for one freaking event” – aka 500 free in our case.
In the past, Grace hated 500 free. I had for a long time encouraged her to do it and she refused. She now asks to swim it. I was thrilled she wanted to do it and decided it was a sign of maturity.
I was feeling some mommy guilt because it was Sarah’s birthday. She, along with three of her soccer teammates, had won an contest. The prize was a dinner date with the soccer coach. Imagine my surprise (relief) when her coach chose the night her birthday to take them to the Melting Pot. Sarah was thrilled to spend her evening with her coach and teammates.
I convinced Sophie that she would enjoy going with me. And then she changed her mind. I am grateful for good friends who will throw in a frozen pizza, rent a movie and take on an extra kid for a few hours.
Grace and I were on our own.
We had a pleasant drive there. Unfortunately, someone had hit a deer on the road outside the pool complex. Recently. It wasn’t a pretty sight. I convinced Grace to stop thinking about it.
The pool was not crowded, parking was a breeze and the air temperature inside was tolerable. No one even minded when I walked down on deck and talked to the coach and hung out with Grace. Normally this is something I do not do and it annoys me when others do. I went down to time and they didn’t need me and Grace’s coach told me to hang out, they were bored.
I can honestly say I enjoyed the meet. We were being silly and laughing. I can’t believe I am going to say this, we were having fun. Grace was teasing her coach about being so quiet and not yelling when they swam. We were making fun of the whistler dude and all the other odd things coaches and parents do during meets. Finally it was Grace’s turn to swim. Her coach decided to do all of the things we made fun of. He yelled her name, whistled and yelled some more. I literally thought she was going to fall in the pool she was laughing so hard on the block.
She had a good swim and got a best time. Her turns were awful and her coach said if he didn’t want to go home he would deck enter her in the 1650. On one hand I would have loved to have seen her reaction. On the other hand, it was past my bed time. We were out of there.
I was hoping the deer carcass would be gone. Instead it had been hit a few hundred times.
I left with a false sense of security. Thinking the meet would be a pleasant one.
I didn’t realize this until Sunday night but I am pretty sure Grace only swam the 500 free as punishment to me for putting her in 200 IM and 200 fly as back to back events on Sunday. It took four hours door to door for a race that lasted less than six minutes. Cost me $5 each way in tolls, dinner for her and $12 in gas. Why was I laughing? Was she getting the last laugh?
Day two starts in ten hours.