Re:Weekly Update
Hi, Shark families!
Everyone ready for the meet this weekend? Please make sure to sign up for your timing shifts through the link on our homepage. And if you haven’t yet ordered your team suit and parka, you can do so through the link to our team store below. Team logo swim caps also available.
Our annual Shark Feeding Frenzy (team dinner) is coming up on the 14that the home of the Whitaker/Rendics. Please give your checks to Annie Whitaker (Macdara’s mom). $40/adult, $25/child. This is not only a wonderful way for our families to socialize, but it’s a fundraiser for our team too!
Go Sharks!
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$65 dollars for dinner? I bit my lip. Maybe I could just have Charlie go with Tara. So only $25 that I didn’t have.
I mulled over what I could sell—did people still buy blood? Hair? Mine was pretty long.
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From:[email protected]
Re:checking in
Hi Emily!
Just wanted to let you know we are all thinking about you and hoping that you’re well. When you’re ready to come back, please let me know and let’s work on it together!
Best,
Mary Matson
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I stopped. Dr. Matson was one of my favorite professors ever and my grad school advisor. She had been the first person I had gone to when I decided to take a leave from the program, and the person who told me that there was no “taking a leave.” I was dropping out.
I was lost in thought when I heard a “Hi, Emily.”
Annie Whitaker stood next to me, in brand new running shoes, and really cute leggings. “How’s it going?” she asked me.
“Um, great,” I answered, tucking my phone into my purse. “How are you?”
“Busy with all the swim team stuff! There’s so much going on right now.”
“Yeah, I was just reading about the dinner.” I hesitated. “Does everyone come?”
“Almost everyone, and it’s really fun. You guys will be there, right? I’m hosting again this year and I’m going to really do it up.” She was pulling her shiny dark hair into a ponytail. It was the same color as Luke’s.
“I’m not sure yet. We may have plans on the—” Shoot, I couldn’t remember the date. “That day.”
She looked at me funny, and I knew I was blushing. I was probably one of the worst liars in the world.
“Well, I was going to go for a run, but I’d love to chat more. Want to walk around the track with me?”
I looked at Charlie. He didn’t need me to sit watching the practice. I had wanted to be there when the boys were being mean (no telling when I would have to haul a kid out of the water and beat his butt) but maybe we were past that.
“Sure, if you don’t mind. I actually used to run too, but I’m not really dressed for it today.”
Another mom walked up, decked out in spandex from head to foot. “Annie, ready?” she asked impatiently.
