Some things never change

We have deployed our I-reporter BB to an age group swim meet this weekend where his son Ryan is competing. He says that some things don't change - the kids still sit under the tent and avoid their parents. It got us to talking about our own memories of swim meets. BB recalls playing truth or dare. SB remembers chasing the 11 year old girls (he was twelve, an older man!) and E remembers all the pretty ribbons and the fact that nobody wore goggles. My memories are vivid - all the little O'Dair kids piling into the wagon and traveling to exotic and faraway places like Cleveland or Cincinnati and staying in posh hotels like the Ramada. But one that sticks in my mind is that we always ate jello right from the box, usually cherry jello. The red sticky mess transmogrified our fingers and tongues into unrecognizable blobs. I am certain that red dye #2 was still on the market, too, which likely explains something but I don't know what. I guess that dry jello works the same way as a cliff shot, it's just grosser.

IW coined a new term today: IBB which means "in before Bill." You have to be IN the pool swimming when he opens the door to walk on deck. It does not count if you see him and jump in. Today all of us, SB, E, IW, and I were IBB.

300 WU
100 gallop/swim
100 stroke/swim
100 drill/swim
100 kick/swim
200 on 3:20
200 on 3:15
200 on 3:10
50 easy
30 sprint
150 on 2:20
150 ON 2:10 (ouch!)
150 on 2:20
150 on 2:10 (double ouch)
50 easy
50 hard
5 x 100 on 1:45
50 easy
50 fast
200 pull
100 kick

Bill was in a spiky mood today, taking little jabs here and there. The biggest jab was the interval on the 150s - tough. But we all did great, nice job. And congratulations to Hillary, who graduated to the fast lane today with a little gentle prompting. :)