It was held at my most favourite pool, North Sydney Olympic Pool. My favourite not only because I used to train there as a child, but because of its unique position on the edge of Sydney Harbour as well as the fact just about every famous Australian swimmer has raced in that pool at one time or another.
The weather could have been warmer and some sunshine would have been nice but even so, the conditions weren’t too bad.
Alfie was a little nervous but very keen to swim. His first race was the 50 freestyle and he did a PB taking four seconds off his previous best time. He finished second in his heat but didn’t make the final.
He placed in all his other events but his times weren’t fast enough to qualify for the next round, the Regionals.
Alfie wasn’t very happy with how things had gone but realises he did a lot better than he did last year. He’s also very aware that he’s now competing against other boys doing squads up to 10 times a week. Rather than feeling discouraged, Alfie wants to up his training. ‘I need to do more squads, mum’.
For the past year Alfie has been doing two afternoon squads a week and recently we increased that to three. And he wants to do more?
He has a friend who is training at a nearby pool three mornings a week. Before school. Early. As in rising at 5.15am and being at the pool at 5.45am. This boy does three 90-minute squads a week and Alfie wants to join him.
I have always wanted one of my three children to be a keen swimmer. But now that that day has come, I’m wishing it was one of my older children because rising early would have been less taxing on me when I was in my prime.
My sister Katie’s two children do early morning swim squads. She also has to rise just after five and I can’t let her have all the fun. So because the little guy is so keen and so wants to improve his swimming, I’ve agreed. He starts tomorrow morning.
And what to do while he’s swimming. I don’t have time to drive home and come back again. I don’t want to sit in my car for 90-minutes. I don’t want to drive around looking for cafes that might be open and sell me a double-shot latte. I’ve enquired about adult squads. No, they don’t have them but they do have a Masters Club that meets at the pool the same days per week. Tomorrow I’ll just watch and see what goes on and then decide if I’m up for it.
I wonder how long this season will last.
And now I’m off to bed.