I mean, really long ago because it was, I used to swim for both Puget Sound Swim Club and South Kitsap High School way back when. Funny thing, even though I had been sailing since birth, I never really knew how to swim. If I went over for whatever reason my uncle threw me off his boat because I puked on his brand new sailboat. Bayliner makes horrible sailboats, what can I say? I would tread water and someone threw me a boat cushion or a lifejacket to put on.
It wasn’t until maybe 12-13 years old that my parents actually enrolled me in swimming classes at South Kitsap High School pool. I was so proud as I completed each level and my little yellow cards were filled with “pass” marks. During my last class as I was doing laps in the deep end, this man approached my parents. Then he stopped me in the pool and asked how I’d feel about swimming competitively. I dunno, but it sounds like fun. Sure.
After I said sure, each afternoon for about 2-3 hours you’d find me at the pool doing swimming workouts. Weekends of sailing for the most part were traded for weekends of swim meets. It got discouraging because everyone else would win while I would come in like fifth or sixth (there’s six lanes in a pool, so you know I was scoring low on the pole). That man who encouraged me to try out would now be the one down at my lane telling me to aim higher and that I could do better no matter what was stacked against me. His name was Kimo Streeter.
I could tell you about how I was one of the very few people of my class year to letter as a freshman. I could tell you about tons of classmates who called me fat and the satisfaction I got over blowing them by swim class test for laps in the pool. They got the test. I got to go swim laps for an hour. All of those who called me a “fat cow” during our years growing up are now going to watch said cow swim her butt off and be sorry they even said word one to me about my size or stature.
Who cares? My greatest success came here.
For the longest time I was set to swim in sprint races, meaning, 50 yards/meters of the pool. It was one of the few races I won, and I was racing against a dear friend from (I want to say) Mercer Island. She told me as we got up on the blocks she’d give me the race because I deserved to win something in this lifetime. I told her “no way” because we were going to honestly race for it. I beat her by like maybe 2/10ths of a second but I won. We celebrated together by near passing out together on the lane seperators and having our inhalers thrown to us. Good times.
We had a distance swimmer on our team already and she was super good at what she did. One day, she couldn’t swim her race so I was substituted and get this, I won. I didn’t know anyone I was competing against, I wasn’t completely winded at the end and I got a blue ribbon out of it. I amazed even little Kimo Streeter. I ended up distance swimming for the rest of my competitive swimming career and loved every minute of it, win or lose.
To all my little future swimmers at PSSC, here is my secret, just for you. How did I accomplish long distance swimming and do it so effortlessly? (more…)
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