I do love to swim. I've often wished there was the equivalent of a marathon for swimming - where you didn't have to do running and biking in a triathlon. There must be something but I have yet to find it.
I've always loved swimming in a lake. I started going to overnight camp on a lake when I was 5 years old so I spent a lot of time swimming in a lake from a young age. I'm not very fast but I used to be able to swim for a long time and not feel tired. I would just get out of the water because I had to or maybe I got a bit bored but not because I was tired.
I've always loved swimming in a lake. I started going to overnight camp on a lake when I was 5 years old so I spent a lot of time swimming in a lake from a young age. I'm not very fast but I used to be able to swim for a long time and not feel tired. I would just get out of the water because I had to or maybe I got a bit bored but not because I was tired.
Swim #1
So this morning I thought I would do a little distance swim (is that even possible?). Anyway, I managed to extract myself from the children (who were fishing off the dock) and swim from the middle dock to a floating dock near the beach. I'd like to say it is a distance of about 200 metres but I doubt it was that far even.
Actually, I tried to get the kids to come with me, but my kids were warned about all the seaweed that would touch their legs, so they chickened out at the last minute.
Actually, I tried to get the kids to come with me, but my kids were warned about all the seaweed that would touch their legs, so they chickened out at the last minute.
Swim #2
In the early afternoon, just before we were planning on leaving, my BF said she was thinking about going for a quick dip before we left. My bathing suit was already packed in the car, but I'll never turn down a swim, so I ran and got it.
She asked if we should invite the kids, to which I replied "Are you kidding?" I was imagining having to get all four in their suits and in and out of the water quickly and easily with enough time to get home early since it was the day before the first day of school - an impossible task.
We got changed while the kids were watching a video and tried to sneak out in our suits and towels. Of course they saw us leave and asked "Where are you going? Are you going for a swim?"
Thinking on my feet, I replied "No, we're going to do some cleaning." No kid would want to get involved in that. They asked a few times more as we walked away but we both kept yelling back the same answer - and giggling to ourselves.
The giggling may have given us away - and the fact that they could see and hear us from the cabin.
Eventually - in about 2 minutes - they all came down to the dock. Apparently, my son, bless his little trusting heart, believed us and kept telling the other, non-believing children, that we were cleaning and not swimming. OK - that made me feel a bit guilty.
They did get into the water with us, and this time we convinced all four of them to swim to the floating dock with us. My daughter was in her life jacket and on a flat swim noodle, on which I pushed/pulled her.
This second trip took much longer, was much noisier and was not terribly relaxing. It was also a lot more fun. Sometimes I feel like I need a break from my kids and all the noise and chaos, but eventually I realize that the time I spend with them, including all that noise and chaos, is ALWAYS a good time.
And like my granny used to say, "You can sleep when you're dead!"
She asked if we should invite the kids, to which I replied "Are you kidding?" I was imagining having to get all four in their suits and in and out of the water quickly and easily with enough time to get home early since it was the day before the first day of school - an impossible task.
We got changed while the kids were watching a video and tried to sneak out in our suits and towels. Of course they saw us leave and asked "Where are you going? Are you going for a swim?"
Thinking on my feet, I replied "No, we're going to do some cleaning." No kid would want to get involved in that. They asked a few times more as we walked away but we both kept yelling back the same answer - and giggling to ourselves.
The giggling may have given us away - and the fact that they could see and hear us from the cabin.
Eventually - in about 2 minutes - they all came down to the dock. Apparently, my son, bless his little trusting heart, believed us and kept telling the other, non-believing children, that we were cleaning and not swimming. OK - that made me feel a bit guilty.
They did get into the water with us, and this time we convinced all four of them to swim to the floating dock with us. My daughter was in her life jacket and on a flat swim noodle, on which I pushed/pulled her.
This second trip took much longer, was much noisier and was not terribly relaxing. It was also a lot more fun. Sometimes I feel like I need a break from my kids and all the noise and chaos, but eventually I realize that the time I spend with them, including all that noise and chaos, is ALWAYS a good time.
And like my granny used to say, "You can sleep when you're dead!"