Swim Meet

I had a swim meet tonight, which is why I am writing this past midnight. Swim meets always kind of freak me out. The shock of the cold water as you dive in always stuns me, no matter how much I attempt to convince myself that I am prepared. Also, I have this reoccuring fear that I will miss one of my events because I read the schedule wrong. That is why I check, recheck, recheck, and recheck the schedule throughout the night. I have not missed an event yet. I am pretty sure I know where the fear comes from, though. Before I joined the high school swim team, I was briefly a part of a swim club. I went with the club to a meet in Thunder Bay, Canada. While there, I, thinking I knew the schedule correctly, went sightseeing with my family on a day that I thought I did not swim. Turns out I was wrong. I had been supposed to swim in a relay. I figured that out when we returned and my friend informed me that they had searched and searched for me. Obviously, I never showed up, so someone had to swim for me. How embarrassing! I don't want something like that to happen again. So maybe that is the reason for my constant anxiety.