My kids are swimmers.
Well, one of them isn’t swimming anymore because he switched sports. Another one is a junior in college, so next year will be her last year of varsity swimming, and probably her last year of active competition.
My youngest two are headed into what is probably the toughest part of swim life…those years where the kids have stopped growing like weeds and need to improve their times by some means other than just getting bigger and stronger.
The swim season in our neck of the woods (and probably pretty much all over the U.S.) runs September through March for short course (where the competition pools are 25-yard pools, the size of the average YMCA lap pool) and a strangely overlapping January-July for long course (the Olympic-sized 50-meter pool that you see every four years on television…many universities and some aquatic centers have a pool this size).
When swim season revs up, my general productivity slows down. I’m referring to my productivity in areas of life other than driving, feeding people, laundering towels, fretting over $500 competition swim suits, etc. Pretty much everything just hits a wall. It’s particularly crazy during mid-season meets over the winter holidays, end-of-season meets in March, and end-of-season meets in July.
Swim is a unique sport. I’m sure everyone feels the sport their kid does is unique–but swim has aspects to it that both fascinate and frustrate me, and if other sports are similar, I’d love to hear about it. So this is just a heads-up…while I like to write about parenting, education, homeschooling, and the arts, I also will be writing about swimming. No, I’m not a swimmer myself. I wasn’t an athlete at all when I was growing up. Perhaps this gives me a little bit of perspective on the subject? I hope so.