Thursday, February 18, 2016

Dear Boilermaker

2008
Last night you dove into the hotel bed and relished the feeling of your silky smooth legs on those sheets.


Maybe you're on a bus ride to the pool, or eating breakfast with the team. Maybe you're about to jump in for a warm-up or a wake-up swim. Or maybe you are stepping up to the blocks for the race that you equal parts fear and enjoy. Thanks to taper, every cell in your body feels like it's buzzing.

This is your moment.

I know. I was there. But now, I'm eight years removed from my last training trip, last practice, last breakfast with the team, last warm-up, last relay, last race. And do you know what I'm doing today? I'm making breakfast for a two little boys, waddling around like I did too many squats yesterday-- but that's just me being pregnant. We'll maybe hit the library after I check in on all of your races. The only water I'll encounter today will be that of a load of laundry and some dishwashing-- I'll be lucky if a shower happens. The only one doing flip-turns is this baby.

What I'm saying is, you will have your whole life for a career, a family, and sleeping past 5 AM. 

I'm just a ghost of Boilermaker past, my swimming identity long gone, but never forgotten. A girl just like you who put in tens of thousands of hours of energy, sweat and tears swimming in circles in the same pool you did. I ran those bleachers, lifted those weights, gossiped in that locker room, lived in that house (400 club for life.)  

But today, TODAY, you have the opportunity to create some magical moments-- ones you and your teammates will forever cherish. And it's not luck you'll need, you've spent all season creating your own freaking fantastic luck.

Today is going to be the same as it has always been: 

Just you and the pool. 

Just you with your head in the water. 

So here is my advice:

Leave everything you have in that pool, because your heart will remain there forever, anyways.

Boiler Up + P2S. You are Pure Gold.

1 comment:

  1. Beautifully written, Lauren. I echo these sentiments so much from my swimming past. Funny how years later, our hearts are still chlorine-soaked and a little part of them will forever belong in the pool <3

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