We went to my daughter's district championship swim meet this weekend. This is her third year on the team so, it was her third year at this meet. Her events this year were 500 freestyle, 100 backstroke, 200 medley relay, and 200 freestyle relay. It was a particularly exciting meet for her because it was only the second time she's swam the 500 and we knew that her freestyle relay had a good chance of making state time.
I was nervous for her during her 500. She's been training so hard for this for weeks, working on endurance and her form. We were counting on her dropping time during the meet. It's fun to watch a distance swim because it lasts longer than a sprint. But, it can be nerve wracking when you know how much the results mean to the swimmer and that swimmer is important to you. She did fantastic! She kept her pace the whole 20 lengths of the pool and won her heat. Her time improved by a whole 4 seconds.
However, it was nothing like watching her 200 relay. That event just about killed me. I am not kidding when I describe how I was feeling watching the relay. My girl swam the second leg of the relay. They had to improve their time by 1.5 seconds. I literally could not breath. I was terrified to watch the time on the score board. I did not look at that until the anchor swimmer was on her way back to the block. It would have been very easy for me to lose control of my bladder at that point.
When the anchor swimmer hit the wall I let out this very loud yelp/squeal/scream that probably sounded like a pig dying. I almost collapsed. Really, I am not being dramatic here. They managed to improve their time by 3 seconds, making state time by over a second. They also placed 7th in that event. My baby girl is going to state this year with an awesome relay team.
It means a trip up north. The place they hold this meet is about 4 1/2 hours from where we live. But, to watch my girl participate in her favorite thing at a meet she's been working towards for three years is worth it.
Anyone that misses out on this part of being a parent has no idea how empty is their life. I can't imagine having lived without this type of experience. I could never have felt those feelings that strongly for myself. I can't wait to do it again, for/with both my children.