On Sunday, June 12, 2011, I'll be swimming across the Chesapeake Bay as part of the Greater Chesapeake 4.4 mile Bay Bridge swim. I haven't talked about it too much here because most of my training has been in a pool all winter, swimming back and forth, back and forth, back and forth...
By now, I am so sick of a pool that I cannot wait to practice anywhere else!
So...this weekend when the family went to the beach to kick off Summer for the Memorial Day holiday, I decided to put on my wetsuit and go for a two-hour practice in Assawoman Bay.
It's always good to get some practice in heavy currents and/or choppy water just in case those are the conditions the day of the Bay Swim.
Enter My Wingman.
When I said I needed a volunteer to kayak alongside of me for two hours while I practiced, Jack didn't hesitate to say he wanted to do it. I told him it would be boring...that I really did want to be out there a full two hours...
He answered, "Mom, I'm the most chill guy you know. I'm your man." So we went.
We scoped a course and Jim took us out to the location by boat. See the Osprey's Nest below?
We decided to go against the current for the first part of the swim when we both would be freshest.
Jim dropped us off and we were on our way.
Jack's job was to stay on my wing so that no boats or jet-skis would hit me. And so that I wouldn't hit any crab pots...
Though there's never been a shark sighted in Assawoman Bay, I do think this pic of my butt in a wetsuit actually does look like a seal...one of the shark's favorite meals...
We made it to the Osprey's nest and all the way back again...the full two hour practice. And I can't tell you how cool it was to have my man-boy-son riding alongside of me, keeping me on-course and out of danger.
When our rescue crew finally showed up...
I was delighted!
I was pretty tired and my arms were ready for the break.
We climbed into the boat and headed home. When we got back into the canal, Jack parked the boat...
Perfectly. He greased it. I was impressed.
How did it happen? All of the sudden, my boy has grown up and become a player -- a guy with a contribution to make. I know it happens to all moms eventually but it still takes me by surprise a bit. That this kid is turning into a great guy.
A guy who gave up two hours of his day to be wingman to his old mother.
It doesn't get much better than that.