Tuesday trainer pic… today I braved the spare seats near the front to be able to watch my son swim in his lesson. I don’t know what I was thinking. Within minutes the crowd had descended and I felt claustrophobic. I leave seats where they are put, but apparently I am in the minority. My gut reaction was to run away. I actually wanted to. It would have been easier to, but my son was swimming and I wanted to be there for him. So I took a deep breath and stayed. Even though two boys decided to reenact a wrestling scene right next to me, and kept banging into me. I rose above.
Peopling is still hard, but I didn’t run away. I consider that a win.