Missing Masters Already

Orem Masters is taking a break in August.

What?

How can they do this to me?

So last Thursday was officially my last

swim practice with them.

It was a good one:

13*200m (main set)

I have been missing them ever since.

I swam 3 times this week

but it was not the same.

I miss Coach Dan, the scoreboard,

and my swim buddies.

Sahara, Carlee, Erin, me

These wonderful and fun ladies

made swimming so much more enjoyable.

Even if we could only ever

talk while kicking.

Sahara and my favorite lanemate, Heather.

I found out that Flagstaff

has a Masters group as well.

So I am hoping for the best!

I will be back for Christmas

and next summer.

I already told Coach

that I am coming to visit then.

Can't wait.

Until then...

Good bye.

Comments

Nate + Carlee said…

You can't leave now I just started!!!! Also, I didn't comment on your Scofield report either. I loved that race! I really like the Olympic distance AND I LOVE the picture of you in the water bucket. You look so EXCITED! Cute! Can't wait to hang out with Max this week!

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