My daughter, Isabella, can swim. Not just a little bit, this kid’s got my “fish” gene plus some… She can swim.
She was doing 25 meter repeats last night for swim class, just your typical freestyle and here are the few things I noticed:
She’s the fastest in her class. The other kids are a grade older than she is, she’s the youngest. Her form is amazing – it’s better than mine (I’m not playing liberal with the facts, she slices through the water).
In fourth grade, she’s beating 5th grade boys who are taking the class to get ready for the middle school (6th grade) swim team, and she’s not beating them by a little bit… She’s beating them by a quarter length of the pool. We’re obviously going to start looking at the middle school swim team when that opportunity arises next year and I’ll be helping her to stay with swimming. She wasn’t too enthused about the swim team until I mentioned that she’d get her name up on the score board – now she’s all in.
Congratulations to my baby, she’s not a baby anymore. Now if I can just push her into triathlons…