Born a Swimmer. My Story: Part II

Part II of the story that ultimately defined who I am.

If you haven’t already, I highly suggest reading my previous post before diving into this one (see below). Believe me, it will make way more sense. Don't worry, we will wait for you to catch up. 

Me, my dad and my brother in Montana

Ok, good story huh? I know, its the same story as most kids in sports at the same age. The next part of my story is the clutch part. So pay attention.

At about the same time I choose swimming I was moved into the afternoon training group on my swim team, which was a pre-senior group for kids in that in-betweener awkward phase of any sport. We wanted to be good, had the strokes and drills down, but lacked the ability or desire to train much. It was just a group to allow our bodies to catch up to what we WANTED to do. I HATED IT. I was always last in the slowest lane. I attempted to stay hidden and out of people’s way, which was pretty easy because of how small I was. I had no desire to ever finish a set. I would get out of the pool and go sit in the women’s hot tub in the locker room. I was too slow to keep up, and getting passed and knocked around by the bigger kids was discouraging. I wasn’t very good friends with anyone my age – they were all so much faster and showed so much more promise. But still, I kept doing really well at swim meets dropping time and qualifying for regional meets. I am sure this perplexed my coach, Shawn, as he saw this wimpy little girl who did her best to not be seen at the pool still qualifying for meets with some of his hardest training younger kids.

 

 

Back when hats were cool.

 

This would be a great time to explain the dynamics of the team at the time. As with most teams, it’s really hard to explain JUST what it’s like for everyone, so please understand that this is only my personal account. My coach, Shawn, had had a few good swimmers come through his team. He had been there for about ten years, and had the privilege to coach some really promising people. For one reason or another, they all seemed to implode on him. Ever the egotistical coach, he wanted to have a stand out star and stuck behind anyone who showed any promise. Unfortunately, his attitude to other less promising swimmers was less than stellar. I was never one of his favorite swimmers, most likely because of my sour attitude towards his coaching tactics of playing favorites or his weird personality - the guy just LOOKED creepy to me. Towards the end of my career I can think of plenty of run in’s that he and I had, not to mention the issues my parents had with him. This was probably one of the first people I ever comfortably talked back to, mainly because what was he going to do? Dislike me more? Pick on me more? Simply stated, the guy was an ass. But, my parents felt there was no other choice but to continue to swim on the team and closely monitor both my brother and I.

I was always just getting by in practices. I would whine as my mom drove me to the pool that I didn’t want to go to practice, but I didn’t want to stop swimming either. I still laid awake in bed dreaming of the day I would stand on top of the podium (it didn't matter much which one it was at that point) and all the good things that would come my way. Really, I think I just hated the atmosphere but I didn’t know how to articulate that at that age. Shawn was a truly terrible coach, and that was one of the first times I really felt out of place and disliked for no reason I could see. I just remember watching the Sydney Olympics in 2000 and just getting this feeling. I felt so inspired just like the millions of other kids watching TV. Suddenly, you want to do triple sow-cows and high jump with the best of them. But I just remember feeling like, I am wasting my time. I’m not even applying myself and it’s just such a waste. I so badly wanted to be the next amazing story that the swimming world fell in love with. So I made the atmosphere I once hated work for me. You doubt me, and I will prove to you that you shouldn’t ten times over. I struck a deal with my parents that I was to attend at least 3 practices a week to stay on the swim team. I gradually moved out of the slowest lane and started finishing practices. I started sticking up for myself at practices; if people weren’t going to give me respect, I would make them. I was a little firecracker, too. I started liking hard sets, and really started to see and feel improvements after a short amount of time.

A coach I actually liked working with, Todd.

And then, I started making meets. Sectionals, US Open, Juniors, Nationals. I started making finals. I still didn’t stand out with my times, but coaches would approach Shawn to ask what he was doing with me – my stroke was beautiful and while certain aspects of my racing were awful (note: start, turns, kick), I was still racing relatively fast ESPECIALLY for how little training I was doing. While most kids my age were involved in a dryland program a few days a week and in the pool for at least 10 hours a week, I was lucky if I swam for 7 hours and hadn’t ever attended a single dry land practice. I was also so tiny that I was shadowed by girls my age, but was racing as fast if not faster than them. Had I done anymore training than what I was doing, I would have most certainly fallen apart. To be honest, I don’t know why I swam so well. I had always had a good ‘feeling’ of the water and understood each aspect of making contact with the water. And, I had a lot of fire. I wanted everything. Short course swimming was still really hard for me – my walls were something I always struggled with being so NOT powerful in the water. Even though I was so small, long course was still better for me because it was all swimming; no one had anywhere to hide.

I remember qualifying for Zones FINALLY the year before high school started for me. I finally felt like I accomplished something; all of my friends had made it and I finally got to go – and it was to Hawaii! What an awesome meet it would be! And yet, this was the first time I knew I was better than what I was doing. Everyone was still so much faster than me, I felt really left out, no one knew who I was, I swam on ‘F’ relays racing breaststroke and was so forgettable they even forgot me during the annual award ceremony. Well, at least I got to go to Hawaii.

My freshman year at Districts.

My first year of high school swimming was uneventful. Swimming in Eastern Washington is pretty sparse – a few teams here and there but all really far apart. Dual meets were fun – I actually enjoyed being a part of this team and liked the fact that even though I was a freshman I had taken a leadership role with some of the relays. I could offer advice or calming words to nervous swimmers.  My mom was my coach, which many found weird. While I think it offered our mother-daughter relationship some challenges, she allowed me to find some confidence in swimming that season. I actually found happiness between swimming high school and club and practicing for both teams. I was part of two winning relays at districts on top of winning my two individual events, which I would go on to do the following two years as well. My freshman year at state was a little overwhelming – it was all so orchestrated and there were girls that I was competing against that normally wouldn’t have been in my age group! Still, high school sports receive far more recognition than club sports (especially for swimming) so the glamor of being featured in the local newspaper was enough to make me blush, but it was a good thing for both the sport and my career.

I think I made my first Juniors at the age of 14, the summer after my freshman year in high school.  It was in Boca Raton, FL and I was so excited that I made finals. I started having some great swims outside of taper, too. I don’t remember the order of the meets I attended or any of the results I had, so let me just talk about the meets as I remember them. Sectionals was always fun, and still a pretty big meet for me. I only really excelled at a few events, so I wasn’t one of those swimmers that swam EVERY event. I started making finals and getting a bit faster. I won Juniors my second time there and later defended my title at Short Course Juniors the following spring. I was a member of the Junior National team, meaning I got to attend some international meets representing the USA. I made some super close swimming friends while on this team that I could pen pal with and see every so often at meets. Funny enough, a lot of the kids I swam with on this team went on to be AMAZING athletes and swimmers in their own right; I feel honored to have been a member of such a cool team and experience. I also remember going to a meet the same summer in Eastern Washington where they had boys and girls race together. I was in one of the last heats with a bunch of boys who weren’t from the area and didn’t know me. One guy who was in the lane next to me came up to let me know that this was heat number whatever as if to say I didn’t belong. I informed him I was in fact in the correct heat after checking the heat sheet the timer had. I looked around, a bunch of towering guys and me. Happy to say I creamed the guy next to me, so of course I waited for him to finish to offer a sarcastic congratulations before exiting the pool. I was starting to get fast!

One of my mom's proudest moments. We definitely didn't think this would be the last one.

Some of the French National Team!

Wow, we are such babies.

My Junior year of High School was the best swimming year of my life, and also my worst. I really excelled. I mean, really. I was training hard. I was dropping time; lots of time. People were taking notice and it was all very exciting. I was working on things that could be improved upon. I won High School State with the second fastest recorded time in state history off of a three day rest and being sick with the flu or cold or something. I split a low 25 in the 50 back for the relay and was super impressed with my time. My splits rocked – I was consistently able to negative split. I felt good. I trained hard through the winter and had some pretty amazing sets (for me anyways). Somewhere at some meet around that time, I swam a few times that ranked even me internationally for my age group. I went to Nationals and while my coach didn’t really taper me, we did rest me so I could try to make Olympic Trials. Olympic Trials would be held that summer in Long Beach, CA for the Athens 2004 Olympics; I knew I could make it. I knew making that time standard was within my reach. At Nationals, I swam flat. So flat, I swam the exact same time for the 100 back three times in a row. I was so frustrated. Low 1:05 was a good swim at the time, but I knew I could swim so much faster. This meet was still really fun and a total learning experience for a wide eyed 16 year old girl. I even touched Michael Phelps butt! Yep!

Shawn didn’t know how to really bring me back from a rest after a meet, so we continued my taper for TWO WEEKS to Sectionals (I hated this so much). I felt over rested and worried about this as Sectionals was my last chance to make Trials. I felt so stressed out with how much people were pestering me about it – it would be a relief to either make it or not. I mean, I was 16 after all; I could barely drive, needed my parents as an alarm clock and called Mac n Cheese gourmet. This was just a trial run for what was sure to come later in my swimming career. Prelims was a good swim, and I felt ok. The time wasn’t what I knew I could do, but the swim was strong and I believe I negative split it. Finals was awesome. My future collegiate team mate and I swam next to each other and both went low 1:03s in the 100 – we made it! I was so relieved. I completely skipped any 1:04 in the 100 back and went straight to 1:03. Completely happy and a little out of breath, I gave my family hugs before getting into the pool and warming down. Good, I thought, on to the next goal.

I remember being excited but not overly so; I never really got nervous or anxious because everything was just really new. Making Trials at the age of 16 was something to definitely be proud of, but being from a town that really didn’t make a big spectacle of non-mainstream sports meant there wasn’t a lot of hype. Plus, I preferred it that way. Anything out of the ordinary was awkward. I started training, really hard. I had been doing some dryland and really enjoyed the extra (and different) training. I wanted this summer to be an awesome summer for swimming, plus college recruiting was starting and I had my eyes set on some of the Big D1 schools. I was so excited to see where all this was going to go – and couldn’t wait for some awesome swimming experiences for my Senior year of high school!

One Saturday morning I headed into practice as usual. After a good two and a half hour work out, we did some dryland. To make it fun, we played Frisbee. This was something we normally did as it was fun and thanks to swimmer coordination we got a lot of running in! However, this time Shawn invited parents to play to get more people involved. Enter one of the people who had the biggest impacts on my life, Russ. Russ was a swim parent to two age group kids who lived in his glory days. Your classic hockey parent, Russ heckled his children’s competitors and offered instruction to anyone who would listen, warranted or not. Now, my brother who is younger than me by a few years was a lot like me; really passionate and fun but just not that great at swimming in the early years. What can I say, we were late bloomers! He was a talkative and energetic little kid who probably more got into swimming because of his big sister rather than him actually wanting to swim (don’t worry, it worked out). At a local swim meet, Russ had taken it upon himself to offer me coaching lessons and even instructed me to watch slower men the same age as me for ‘technique tweaks.’ This paired with the fact that he had been harassing my brother left me a little pinched, and I politely told him that I was currently very content with my swimming abilities and didn’t need any assistance – I was doing just fine (AKA: leave me alone, ass). Russ had an air about him, even my parents picked up on it, that he was still out to prove something to a much younger version of himself, and he would do anything to get there.

So on this particular morning, he came along with his son who was a bit younger than me. I remember being a tad upset at Shawn for allowing this, as Russ was by far one of the most annoying parents on the swim team (personal opinion). Shawn and Russ were just two peas in a pod though; older men living in past glories who hated being talked back to by a young girl. The game started and without fail, Russ immediately began pushing and heckling other players. I mean, we are swimmers – not exactly a push and tackle kind of group - and here he was body slamming people to get to the Frisbee. Enough, dude. Stop hitting people. His response to me? Learn to be better. It’s all about winning. Ok Russ, I want to ‘win’ dryland as much as you do, but thanks for the lesson on how to be a grade A asshole. I will bring my pad and pen next time for a note taking session. I told my coach he was being inappropriate, and Shawn dismissed my claims. This part all gets a bit hazy, but shortly after that I was running to catch the Frisbee when I saw Russ out of the corner of my eye. Too large to actually run and catch the Frisbee, he took to body slamming me. Only problem was I had my arm outstretched to catch the Frisbee. His moving 250 pound body made direct contact with my arm and only my arm, and my shoulder busted out of my joint. Not just dislocated as we would learn much later; it broke out. I completely tore everything that held the shoulder together on top of actually breaking off bone. I crumbled to the ground holding my arm, unable to comprehend what just happened. The monster had the nerve to touch me gently telling me to shake it off, to which I am sure my eyes lit up on fire as I told him with my dragon voice to leave me alone.

Damage done. The next two months were a depressed blur leading up to Trials, in which everything collapsed on to itself. I hurt all the time, was unable to swim more than a few hundred yards and completely unable to comprehend why something like this would happen to me. My mom took me to a family friend who happens to be a rip roarin’ good Physical Therapist. He did some movement tests on me, and while maintaining a good mood around me instructed my mom that there was no way I could race or train. He knew I would go anyways so he didn’t try to stop me. Everyone was afraid of upsetting me; I went to practice without being asked to go, where I was met by a cold faced coach who had already given up on me and threw me in the pool with a kickboard, saying that there wasn’t even a point. Fellow swimmers stopped talking to me, took over my lane and ridiculed me in the locker room. Shawn was embarrassed; he didn’t want to talk to anyone about me and didn’t even want to go to Trails with such a pathetic swimmer. My parents weren’t sure what to do; as it turns out there isn’t a how-to manual for handling your daughters athletic demise at the age of 16. BUMMER. We did the best we could, and there was never really a question as to if I would go to Trials or not. I qualified, I earned it, and damnit I was going.

Don’t get me wrong though, there were some awesome people out there, too. Some of my best friends and their families were so supportive and offered encouragement and good words when I needed them. The Bernfelds even flew down and bought tickets to watch me (yeah, they rock). But to be honest, I was pretty embarrassed for myself, too. No, not the kind of ‘bad swim but ill brush it off’ embarrassed. I was a 16 year old who was always told and learned that hard work and passion pay off; I gave everything my little teenage self had to give to reach my goal. I couldn’t comprehend how someone could just take that away from me at such a special time, how someone could strip me of something I had earned. I couldn't understand how I was essentially no longer the person I used to be.

With Alicia and Skye at Trials.

Dinner the night before I swam with family.

My non-adult cheering squad. I have since cheered two of these kids on at their OWN Olympic Trials since this picture!

Family picture,

 

Picture with Alicia (and the backside of Rebecca).

 

Ill spare you all the details, but I went to Trials. Mainly because we had already paid for everything, but also because I deserved to be there. I had made that cut and damnit, I was going. My mom flew down with me and in an attempt to keep me away from the pool and feeling blue tried to do other stuff with me. We went to the beach with the Lorentzen’s (where I was stung by a jellyfish a few days before I swam – go figure). My grandparents flew out to watch too, and family from San Diego drove up to be there as well. All of this was great, and my mom did a good job of trying to keep me away from Shawn, who was doing the same thing to us. He disappeared for a few days completely off the grid. Phone off, no note, not checked in to the hotel, and then resurfaced for my swim for a few hours before going off the grid once again. For most of the meet, I liked being alone. I wanted to pretend it didn’t all happen, and being around my family reminded me that it had. I wanted to have the experience I earned, and I mourned the loss of that meet and time. I hung out in the swimmer area, ate a lot of the food, iced my shoulders and talked with friends.  I swam with Michael Phelps every day, which seemed to help if ever so briefly with my mood. The day of my swim was nothing special, and before I swam my coach pulled me into one of the athlete tents to tell me that he hoped I understood that this was my fault and that he hoped I would be forgiven for this. Confused, I marched out and I still remember the feeling of walking out and feeling the ultimate mix of emotional exhaustion, embarrassment, excitement and finality. This was it. The swim was terrible, I clocked the slowest time of the meet and almost collapsed after getting out of the pool. A little towel girl came up with an official and actually asked if I needed medical attention or assistance. Shawn said some rude words to me before leaving me alone, and I was done.

I was 16. That was the last time I ever swam a race.

Everyone deserves a chance!

Hi friends!

So, as I have mentioned before, I was a swimmer. I swam for about 11 years before being forced to throw in the towel after a career ending injury at the age of 16. While my swimming career was cut short, I still enjoy being around the swimming world and occasionally hopping in the pool. I look back on my time swimming with a lot of happiness; it brought some of the most challenging, happy, sad, and testing times I could have ever had as a young person. I learned so much and developed a passion for the water and athletics that will most likely follow me to my grave. I have a deep passion for athletic endeavors and cherish all of my swim memories, friendships and experiences. Hell, I got to touch Michael Phelps' butt - I don't regret swimming at all!

I am currently working to raise both swimming items (swim suits, caps, goggles, etc.) and funds to purchase some of these items at discounted rates. I am developing a program that will donate swim goodies to families and children that enroll into a swim team scholarship program. The scholarship program will make this wonderful sport more affordable to those who otherwise might not be able to join. Being a member of a swim team is expensive - swim team dues, swim stuff (its not cheap, go look at a Speedo swim suit), meet dues, travel expenses, and then those dang race suits. I want to be able to take some of the sting away to enable kids out there to have some of the same experiences and feelings I had growing up thanks to swimming! I think its only fair that every child has a chance to be a part of something that can be so life changing and have such a positive impact on a person in the long run. I don't know a single athlete that looks back on their career and wishes they weren't involved in it at all (parts, maybe; I would take back being tackled, but that's a different story).

On top of being able to make donations to scholarship families for the swim team, I want to be able to have suits available  at the pool for families and kids to use. Often times families are turned off of the idea of swimming because of the cost associated with it; on top of the pool entry fee, swimmers are required to have suits. Too often, I see kids swimming in clothes which is both REALLY difficult and bad for the pool. The older the children get, the less likely they are to go swimming with friends in clothes. If swim suits are available, my hope is that this will spur a passion for the water and swimming.

It is a tragedy that people die every year from water related accidents because they don't know how to swim, something that is so easily preventable by getting involved with your local aquatic center and getting your kids in lessons. Swimming is also a healthy sport and one that is SO FUN to be in (I am biased), and I want all kids to have the option to swim. Its a lifelong skill and sport that will never disappoint. And playing a part in allowing a family of five to go to the local pool and swim together, what's better than that!?

I am accepting swim suits of any size, seriously, even toddlers, and any swimming gear you might have. I am also accepting monetary donations to allow me to buy swim suits for the team scholarship program; an old swimming friend of mine is helping me with obtaining suits at a discounted price. Please consider helping out the cause and feel free to reach out to me if you find you are able to help me out!

Thanks!

A surprise California getaway!

Last winter, I was beep bopping my way around South America (don’t worry, I will tell you all about it some other time) and headed back a little bit early to surprise my brother at Sectionals in Seattle where he was trying to make a second Olympic Trials qualifying time. My parents walked in to meet him at the pool lobby, and a few minutes later, I walked in. He told me later that he thought ‘that girl looks like Megan, but she’s not home yet.’ See, we have a pretty close sister-brother bond and we were both happy to see each other. We spent time together both at the pool and outside of the pool and had a great weekend. I was so happy to be able to cheer him on to his second Trials cut there!

Fast forward to this year. Ian has been training really hard down in California with my old coach Mark Schubert from USC. I have been totally miserable in cold and rainy Seattle since I got back from Ecuador, was craving a sunny vacation, and Joelybean’s dad lives in the LA area. The idea to surprise him for his big championship meet took hold.

It was a quick 3 day vacation (we couldn’t really take much more vacation than that). We flew down Thursday night, rented a Fiat named Guseppi to carry us around for the weekend and stayed on the beach.

 

Friday morning we went to breakfast with my room mate and best friend from my USC years, Rebecca Soni. It was the perfect sunny breakfast on the beach with great company! We then packed up and headed to the pool in East LA to surprise Ian for finals that day. We snuck onto the pool deck and just then he walked in. Joelybean caught the moment on camera.

Sucker. He’s so easy to surprise.

Mark followed closely behind and gave me a big hug. Mark was a huge supporter of everything I went to, and even went to doctor’s appointments with me and waited outside of surgery for me. While there wasn’t much time to catch up, it was really good to see Mark and see him working so closely with my brother.

Sitting in the stands, Joelybean and I watched Ian split a pretty incredibly race for the 200. It was a good swim, and afterwards we headed off for an evening in Laguna Beach and dinner right on the water.  We spent the next morning at the beach, but I was so bummed that it was so cold! We headed off in Guseppi and drove up the PCH until we happened up Joelybean’s favorite eatery of the whole trip: In-N-Out burger.

 

We then headed up to the pool for the last night of finals to watch Ian swim the mile. It was a much improved swim from last year, and it was great to watch him help the Golden West team win CCCAA’s!

 

Afterwards, Guseppi took us to dinner with Joel’s dad, and then on to Joel’s home town. I was loving the hot hot sun in the desert! We hiked around Devil’s Punchbowl on Sunday in the 90-something degree heat before Joelybean and I did a quick trail run. As it turns out, going from 60 degree weather to 90 degree weather can really take a toll! Thankfully, a milkshake helped cool me down.

 

We headed down to Huntington Beach later that day to go to dinner with my brother and walk on Seal Beach.

Joelybean and me on the pier on our last night.

 

It was a great getting to go on vacation with my Joelybean, get to meet his dad, and visit my little brother. I only wish I could do it more often, and for a bit longer. And maybe not try to fit so much stuff into a 72 hour period.

Happy Monday to everyone! I hope you all had a great weekend!

My baby brother

I know swimming isn't really related to travel at all, but its still fun to talk about for me. Lately, I have missed swimming a lot and want to re-enter the swimming world, if only for a few masters swims. I raced a bit a few years ago off the couch and impressed myself with what I am still able to do. But I still have a lot of close ties to swimming, and while my racing career is long gone (like seriously, a decade) I get to continue to watch my brothers and many friends careers take off. So because I might post about swimming in the future, I figured I would lead in with why it means so much to me and my family.

 

If anyone knows me really well, they know what a role swimming has played in my life. I was born loving the water and went to my first swim meet at the ripe old age of two weeks. My mom had me in the pool before most babies were crawling, and I never stopped.

 

They put me in the most embarrassing swim suits though. Its amazing I kept with it.

 

My parents put me into swim lessons along with all the other activities you put kids into to try to wear them out before bed time. Soccer, gymnastics, track, cross country, 4-H (yeah, I grew up on a farm), you name it. I don't think my parents ever expected my brother or I to really become swimmers. Both my parents were amazing overall athletes, and my mom secretly hoped I would always be a runner. I loved the water, but I hated practice. And when I was young I was so DANG little that the talent just wasn't there. I never qualified for much of anything and looked like a twig in comparison to other swimmers my same age. 

 

Pipsqueak.

 



Eventually, I started to get more serious about swimming and started to qualify for meets. Believe it or not, I used to hate backstroke (which ironically became my baby, pride and joy).

 

And then, suddenly, everything changed. I started to grow a little bit, and I managed to qualify for so many meets. I started setting records and traveling all over, and even had internationally ranked times for my age group. I was a member of the Junior National team and started to really see where swimming could take me. I swam some amazing times (ALL of my best times were either sick or not tapered) and was only training an hour and a half five times a week. Things really started to come together and my swimming future started to lay itself out. I had my family at almost every meet cheering me on, which was my biggest support system. Being stuck in a tiny town and a program I had already outgrown with a terrible coach, I was so glad I had my family along for the ride. I qualified for Trials and was certain with proper training I could make the final heat. And then there was the fateful Saturday practice... Trials was my last swim meet at age 16.

 

But anyways, that's a totally different story. But it leads in to the meaning of my post. The whole time, my little brother Ian tagged along to all my swim meets. He started swimming because it was what he was around all the time and who doesn't want to follow in their older sister's footsteps? I always remember his cheers - very distinct little brother cheers - 'go, thither, go!' He had a problem with his 's' when he was little, and it just kind of hung around. I even remember at meets how he would try to get as many autographs as possible. He even snuggled up to Lenny Krayzelburg at US Open. Anyways, the kid was a champ. My swim meets were his swim meets. When I was at Trials, he was SO excited. Even when I went to college, he was always so happy to talk about the team and who I trained with. Gradually, he got a little faster. See, he was a 'late bloomer' like his sister in that we have really only gotten better with age. Had I continued swimming, I bet my best years would have been in my early 20's. He joined Tacoma Swim Club, found his calling in distance free and never really looked back.

 

Its been a rough road for him, but then again, that's life. He choose to swim at University of Hawaii, but it didn't quite work out. Finding himself a little lost and more anxious about swimming than in love with it, he swam at Trials last year (2012). I was so proud of him for making it. What big sister gets to cheer on her brother, just as he did for her 8 years before!? After the meet, he was trying to figure out his next step. He really loved open water and while he wanted to continue pursuing that, the real bread and butter was in pool swimming. I reached out to my old coach Mark Schubert from USC who I had stayed in touch with, and Mark was willing to train Ian without hesitation. And, they hit it off. Ian moved to Huntington Beach with the support of our parents and me and the last year has gone so well! I am so excited to continue to watch him swim and grow and can't wait for what this year has in store for him. I can't believe 10 years ago he was the tiny kid running around Long Beach looking for autographs while his sister swam. Ian, I think you've hit the jackpot. This is it, bud. Enjoy it because you've earned it. 

 

Way, way, WAY proud of my little brother. I am so happy to play a support role in his swimming career. Now, to actually race in the same meet or open water. This summer?