Swim Meet

Was I nervous about taking a three year old to a four hour swim meet? Yes. But Dr. Peds was working and everyone else was gone or busy, so Peanut Maximus and I went, armed with snacks, to our home invitational meet to see Mr. TOF in action. To make matters even more precarious, he had not napped. However, I am happy to report that experience was better than I had anticipated, although by the last half hour Peanut Maximus was pretty wiggly. If he had stopped wiggling, he surely would have fallen sound asleep! For the most part, Peanut Maximus really paid quite a lot of attention to all the swimming, and the people around us were very patient. As the meet proceeded, the crowd thinned out a bit and we ended up with a little more space, which helped a lot.

Mr. TOF swam in three relays and the 100 breaststroke. We got to the pool just as the meet was starting, so there were not a lot of choices about where to sit, but we somehow ended up with really great seats next to the starting blocks because not a lot of people think to walk down that far.

Were we all a bit toasted by the end of the meet? Yes. Did we help pick up garbage after everything finished because I signed up to help? Yes. (Peanut Maximus liked climbing around to get the garbage on the bleachers even though he was so, so tired). Did I almost loose my favorite sweatshirt at the pool? Yes. But Mr. TOF went back to the pool after we got to the car and rescued it.

There is nothing like a swim meet to simultaneously make you feel guilty for having not really done anything athletic with your day and make you feel completely exhausted at the same time! Mr. TOF was tired by the end too, but his swims all went well.

Guess who has been pretending to be a swimmer at a swim meet for the past four days?