My legs hurt.You’d think that after swimming, my shoulders and arms would be sore, but that isn’t the case. It’s my legs and back that are throbbing.
In a good way, of course.
On Sunday, three of my teammates and I competed in the first masters swim meet of the season at the Upper Main Line YMCA masters meet in Paoli, PA.
Here are the events I swam:
- 25 free (!) (masters swimmers don’t usually get to compete in 25s)
- 100 free
- 100 fly (which was literally 2 heats—about 5 minutes—after my 100 free)
- 200 free
- 25 fly
- 50 free
Considering how little I’ve been in the pool—about 3,000 yards twice a week—I did pretty well, and certainly better than I expected. No best times or anything earth-shattering, but I brought home three golds and three silvers—or, I mean, three little blue ribbons and three red ribbons that I will place in the shoebox with my other masters ribbons.
The important thing is that it was fun. And that’s what I like best about competing as an adult: I feel no pressure to do anything significant other than finish my events and enjoy the process.
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