We’ve joined a local swim club.
To be clear, Claire is the one who has joined, but as I’ve been abruptly informed over the last couple weeks since we signed up, swimming can be one of those sports that consumes your life –y’know, as a family– if you let it.
So… we’ve joined.
For as long as I remember I’ve been a swimmer. Not competitive, but a bit of a casual fish, perhaps. It may just be poor memory, not recalling much prior to the age of five, but I seem to remember spending a lot of time in the pool as a kid.
I was never that good at “proper” swimming, as I’m sure my parents would attest, but I enjoyed the water and even today wish I could do more. (And NO… I’m not hinting at a triathlon, by the way.)
Karin has never been much of a swimmer. I blame her upbringing for that. I still get a kick out of ribbing her family: we went to Hawaii a few years ago with her parents, et al, and I’m not sure they packed a swimsuit between the lot of them. “Oh… you mean there is swimming in Hawaii now!?”
Claire loves the water. And we’re hoping the club with a little more of that incentive-to-compete mentality gets her skills up to snuff. If it works out, I may have a swimming buddy after all… that, and a lot of time sitting beside a pool in the near future.