Thursday, August 14, 2008
Back in the day
I spent most of my childhood and teen years in the pool. My parents even chose the house we moved into so I could walk to practice. I suppose they were sick and tired of waking up at 4:30 every morning to drive me. I recently came across this picture from my freshman year of high school. At this time in my life I 100% believed that I would be swimming in the 1996 Olympics. My dreams changed (reality set in) and although I never made it to Atlanta, swimming did pay for college. Watching my boyfriend Michael Phelps (what my husband has begun to refer to him as) swim each night is bringing back some really fun memories. The best part is I actually know more about a sport than my husband and he is asking me questions instead of the other way around.