Warming up. Legs, arms, kicks, butterfly, backstroke… everyone at once, all together at their own speed but truing to keep up, to warm up, to be ready for their own.
I like seeing the excitement, the energy of everyone. The kids the coaches, the parents.
First individual race. 100 Freestyle. A second place in her heat with 100th of a second difference, and finishing in just over a minute. Now, a new goal for this girl of ours. She has it in her mind now, I know she has it in her.
We watch from the bleachers but get right in her lane when she swims, to cheer her on. We wave and smile from the other end until she’s ready. We are there for her.
Smiling as always. Water is where she feels the best. “Chlorine is her perfume”, as a t-shirt reads, and we know that’s true.
This time, her hardest stroke. 200 meters of breaststroke, something she’s never done before. Not even half of that. But at the end, she felt so good for being there and now with a new time to beat the next time.
One more turn, one more reach, one more touch. And just like that she did that morning what she loves the best. And we were so lucky to be there with her.