Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Wave pool:

Not too much going on here, I am still recovering from my race. LOL.

I took it easy this weekend, I got in two runs and some weight training and that's about it for active recovery.

This weekend was a bit crazy, we took it easy on Saturday, but Sunday we headed to the local water park for some big time waves in the ol' wave pool.

We always have fun at the water park. Last summer we went about 10 times, and Emily my 9 year (8 year old then) old and I would bring the swim goggles and float around in the deep end of the wave pool and dive for whatever we could find.

I know this year Emily is starting to discover life as a per-teen, I get a roll of the eyes from time to time, and when I can't find the phone I know who to see. This is the time in her life where she will discover new things for good and bad, she will learn about money, and how it's made and spent. She will learn about things that we've tried so hard to protect her from, (mostly from the boys and the mall), and she will start growing up, and this scares the heck out of me. Just the thought of my sweet little girl being turned into a teenager keeps me up at nights.

But the wave pool is a great place; it's a magical place where time stands still.

Emily is very much like me in so many ways and it's kind of funny to see myself in a 9 year old girl (you know what I'm trying to say), but I can and love it. We both love the wave pool, and for some reason, not too many people like to be in the very deep end of the wave pool, so it's just the two of us many times, performing ticks for the tourists. No tubes, no noodles, no vests and no flooties, but just us, swimming and diving and floating on our backs, floating on the big ones. I can see Emily feels some big time pride for swimming in the deep end with dear old dad, diving for quarters and being bounced around like cork while the crowd looks on. She grabs me around my neck and we dive below to grab a quarters and swim around making faces at each other. She will get older and discover those darn boys and the mall (I know she found the mall, thank her mother for that one), but for now we have the wave pool.

I cannot forget my little one Mary, she's 5 and she will swim with me in between the wave sets without a vest from the shallow end to the deep end and back giggling all the way. She too will be a terrific wave pool swimming doing tricks for the tourists in the years to come.

Watch out boys, because my pair of girls are pretty and tough.

Folks, it's not about the race, it's about the journey.



Kevin said...

Hmm maybe two future triathletes?

Tricks for the tourists: Sounds like fun.

Wes said...

Don't worry bro! They won't know everything until they get to about 13... THEN you need to start worrying :-)

teacherwoman said...

Great post! "pretty and tough" ... those are two of the best qualities! :)

Marcy said...

Things I don't want to even think of *sigh* I'll probably get all nutty when I officially become "The uncoolest" person in the world to the kiddies LOL. Thankfully I still have a good chunk of years left.

Sam said...

Thank God I have a boy! A little girl would get away with murder in my house.