I swam competitively when I was in high school. We worked out in a crappy pool covered by an inflatable bubble during the winter months. If the fans quit working or it snowed, the bubble collapsed onto the surface of the pool. A guy threw up in the water once, but our coach insisted that we keep swimming because “it’ll spread out.” Another time the fog inside the bubble was so thick that we couldn’t see three feet in any direction. We positioned ourselves around the edges of the pool and made appropriate splashing sounds while the coach sat in the fog blowing his whistle for most of an hour.
Perhaps swimming is a genetic thing. My Dad swam on a college swim team, and now Lauren is turning out for her school team. I respect her discipline and willingness to take on the commitment. And if anyone can make swimming a more social sport, Lauren’s the one.
I also get some points for my own discipline and willingness to take on her commitment. I’m driving her tomorrow, when she starts two morning workouts a week that begin at 5:00 AM. I’ve never been more interested in carpooling, and will make a point of giving her more driving practice. I should also add a note of appreciation for my Mom, who was one of those faithful early morning drivers of our carpool in days of yore before we could drive ourselves.
Like I told Susan while we were out in the wind and pouring rain watching Zack play soccer last weekend and again today, I think I’ll have a good reply if the kids ever tell us that we don’t love them.