Transition

Swimming practice ended at Tuesday, but I stopped on Monday. After a few days of rest, on Friday I went to Eichler Swimming. As soon as I got there, everyone was like, "JONATHAN!" "HE IS BACK!" "OH MY GOD!!!" "YAY!!!" I hop in, meet the new coach and start swimming. All of a sudden, after years of being the last in my lane, I am the second best person there. The kid who is one year younger than me but ten laps ahead I was catching up to. For the second time in my life, I was a captain of a relay team (The other time the coach had a lot of mediocre swimmers as captains). We won and lost a few races, but each one felt great. Actually, I was a little tired throughout it. We got out before I was dead. 45 minute practices never felt better. I was Home.
I've always hated Eichler practice. I never went everyday and always went sulking. I was freezing, tired, and sad there. But then I went to Gunn. All those things bad at Eichler was exponentially worse at Gunn. Now Eichler feels like kindergarden. Don't you ever wish you could go back to kindergarden?
Saturday I went to the after leagues meet at Gunn. It is basically a meet for all who wasn't in the league lineup. I arrived 10 minutes late. I expected many people, from different schools. But as my dad drives up, I hear nothing. I walk up, and hear, "Ready, go!" instead of the buzzer. I look and I see 7 people in the water. I say, "uhhh... is this the um... meet?" The caoch enthusiastically said, "Yeah! Hop in, we are about to start!!!" I jump in, and swim a little. It was really cold. It felt weird for me that this was my grand finale. But it was over quickly, and I got out. The coach says "bye Jonathan!" I walk away and hope never to come back to that pool for a LONG time.