This, My Comeback (Day 2)

I am doing two-adays, lifting in the morning (which I have been doing already for about 4 months now) and swimming in the afternoons, I remembered what it felt like to be sore from one of them and going into the second.  It was rough.  I had a nice set of 10 x 300m they went swim (s) kick (k) pull (p) after one cycle I started it up again and for a third time, leaving the last 300 for a nice long warm down.  I hit one hell of a wall on the third 300, but I pushed through and managed to finish pretty well.

I feel I neglected to mention someone that was insanely important to my swimming, someone who really helped push me through many walls, she got up early, she cooked me insane meals every morning and she took me to practices twice a day, while still getting my sisters to school and even myself.  She busted her ass, so that I was given every opportunity to succeed.   Clique yes, but my mother was a solid force in my swimming life, supporting me in every way.  If I am not mistaken she was also around when I did my first try out, she always new I could do well.  She was there during my first shaving experience and I must say it was a blood bath-literally!  I was in my first state meet in Austin, Tx, we were in our Holiday Inn or some hotel similar and it was time to shave, I had never done it before, and I was still not used to the whole speedo thing, so I asked for the razor and stepped into the bathroom alone to attack this new adventure.  I came out with a gash on my shin and later I found out that one might want to use water and shaving cream (who knew).  Razor burn sucks, you do swim awfully fast when you can feel your flesh burning.

My dad also did a ton, helping me calm down after losses, trying to remind me that at the end of the day my parents loved me win or lose, so long as I gave it everything.  There were countless times he would take me to meets, or come straight from work to watch me swim no matter how tired he was, no matter how heavy the work load, he made sure he was there whenever humanly possible.  I remember the last time Dad picked me up from swim practice, I had driven my self in my new/used.. …really used Plymouth Tourismo/Dodge Duster (it was so old it had a hole in the roof which we, really he made into an impromptu sun roof) It was the first time I had driven it on my own, the road is slightly hilly in the McKinney area, next to 75.  I made it there on my own, but it was when I started my drive back that the problems came.  I smelled this burning smell while starting my drive, I called him up and  he came to investigate the issue.  We decided to try and drive it home, me in my car and he in his following behind.  We were doing fine until we came up to the second hill.  That is when my clutch decided not to work, it actually was eroded so there really was no clutch.  Well after several attempts he came to my window and asked to have a try.  We ended up sitting there for roughly 3 hours waiting for a tow truck.  It was 11pm before we got back, Dad had to be up and out the door by 445am.

I know this may come across sappy, but deal with it, I had amazing parents who spared no expense to ensure I had what I needed to be the best I could.