Thursday, December 30, 2004:
Drew and I go up to west Kearns for a swim meet. We have a bit of a rocky start. She responds to some questions by turning around and walking off. Can you do that? Then we do better. She’s discouraged by this adding time problem she’s got at the moment. Even I can see that her form is beautiful. But it’s speed that we’re all interested in, I guess. At one point there is a twenty-two event break between Drew’s races. We’re both slightly perturbed at Mum for making us do this, what with the holidays and grandparents down and all. On the other hand, we have a good time together.