Godzilla was invited, a couple of weeks back, to swim his 1 kilometre medal at Paul Sadler Swimland today.
He, too, has been doing remarkably well since we enrolled at this swim school and has been on a mission to obtain his 1km medal, like his bigger brother, since he got his Pumpkin certificate towards the end of last year.
You don’t just decide you’re going to do it; they’ll let you know when they think you’re ready and invite you along to do it, on a certain day at a certain time. He got his invite, and so we booked him in.
It wasn’t until we were heading there that he decided he had actually no idea what to expect, and got somewhat nervous.
“It’ll be just like when Monkey Boy did it,” I reassured him. Or tried to.
Given he’d been immersed in his iPod and some game on it when his older sibling participated in his medal, he actually had no clue as to what to expect.
“How will I know how many laps I’ve done?”
“How will I know when to finish?”
“What if I come last?”
“What if I get too tired?”
The questions were coming thick and fast, along with slightly moist eyes and nervous jiggling.
It was at this point that I, too, started to become nervous about whether he’d be able to do it or not. I was fairly confident that he could, but he’d been so calm up til this point, and the anxiety was increasing.
“I’ll be just like a normal lesson,” I said. Mostly because I could think of bugger all else to say.
And I gave him a banana, which meant he couldn’t ask questions and gave me 37 seconds in which to collect my thoughts and find something more useful to reassure him with.
I’m not entirely convinced that I did completely reassure him before he got changed, had a number written on various parts of his body in permanent marker and was asked to line up at the end of his lane with everyone else doing their swim.
I also managed not to be able to get one good shot of him actually swimming.
Also, in typical, family tradition, Chippie sat poolside, cheering his big brother on … *sigh*
I needn’t have been concerned about Godzilla … he not only finished his 40 laps of the pool – 1 kilometre – but did so in under 25 minutes (I think he even beat Monkey Boy by a minute or two).
And that, for the most part, was our Family Day … before that, we’d been grocery shopping – wooo!
This post has not been endorsed, encouraged or aided financially or otherwise by Paul Sadler Swimland, or anyone else for that matter. It was written because I wanted to write it. That’s it 🙂