Here is my boy at the marathon swim meet we attended this weekend. You see, he swims year-round for a small but very competitive organization. And by competitive, I mean the coaches and the director. Our family–not so much.
This weekend was a big meet for the boy. He aged up last May into the older kids group (11 and over) and this was his first preliminaries/finals meet. This means if you make it into the top 20 during your morning swims, you have to return for finals the same evening.
Friday afternoon, we had check him out of school to swim the longer-distance events (not a prelims-final thing). That was about four and a half hours at the pool. Saturday morning was over five hours at the pool–after a lovely wake-up time of 6:00 a.m. Sunday morning was only (ha-ha) four more hours with the same pleasant wake-up time.
I feel I should add in right now that this is not a shocking time for Sarge because he wakes up at 5:45 a.m. every day to get the girl off to high school. But for my boy and me, this was painful! I am in charge of getting him on the bus so we drag ourselves out of bed around 7:00 a.m.
Anyway, because they had final sessions, we got to go back not only Saturday night but also Sunday night. My boy was very excited since it was his first time “making finals.” The only drawback was that he only made it in one event each night. And to add insult to injury, the one event he made it in Saturday night was the absolute LAST event of the evening. We had to be at the pool beginning about 5:00 pm and we didn’t leave until after 9:30.
Talk about exhausted!
Because in between the various swim sessions, I worked on my Christmas cards, wrapped presents, did several loads of laundry, and tried to clean house.
I ended up crashing today about 2 p.m. and slept for over two hours. Probably not the best decision as I am sure I will pay for it tonight when I try to go to bed at my regular time.
Plus, I have to confess that I didn’t go to tonight’s finals. Nor did I go to the Friday afternoon session. Sarge took the boy for me on Friday so I wouldn’t have to take time off from work and then again today so I could try and finish all of my various chores.
And don’t even get me started on my poor girl! We have barely seen her this weekend. Which may have been an okay thing as she has finals this week and needed to study. Thankfully, she spent the night with a friend last night so she wasn’t home alone the WHOLE weekend.
During our very numerous instances of waiting for the child to swim, Sarge even whipped out the old adage that we need a weekend to recover from our weekend.
I couldn’t agree more.
(sorry for the blurry photos--I was working with my phone)
But I do have to brag on my boy just a little. He was a trooper through all this driving back and forth, waking up at the crack of dawn, swimming in a poorly heated venue in the freezing temps, and eating fast good on the run.
AND he improved his times in almost all of his events!
All in all, a very impressive performance by an even more impressive kid.
Now if only we could add one more day to this weekend for ALL of us to rest!