Master’s Isn’t So Masterful

Today I showed up for a master’s session again with Desert Thunder Aquatics Club (DTAC), what used to be the teams: Arizona Thunder Aquatics Clubs, Mesa, and DAC (which I think was Desert Aquatics Club? p.s. I swam for ATAC) . I’ve only been back in the pool for a couple of weeks now, which equals five or six practices. Gauging my performance during those last workouts, it would seem that the muscle memory from years of competitive swimming is serving me well. The fitness isn’t there though, and I find it difficult to finish 100s on the 1:45. But it gets better every time and I nearly hit 4000 yards this evening. I say nearly because just before my last set, a father of one of the little tadpoles hit the deck on the grass. Dunno if it was a seizure, stroke, or just dehydration, but the coaches responded well and I was left as the only adult near the pool. It fell upon me to keep the kids out of the way of the paramedics, so I handed them a challenging set of 5×50 on the 1:00. LOL! They took it in stride, setting their curiosity aside and finishing their last set for the night. I never did get to finish mine. Oh well, I’ll make it tomorrow night.

 UPDATE on DADDY: I followed up with Coach Bryan today, inquiring about the health of our victim. Apparently, an insect of some sort was the culprit. All’s well that ends well and Dad is back to normal. Grats!