Swim Coach Chap 1
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I couldn’t wait for practice the next day, though when I got there I learned that Matt was out sick. I was disappointed by his absence and recall that some of those butterflies of doubt seemed to reinvade my belly. My practice was lackluster and I think I must have been pretty moody because Beth called me on it after practice. I told her that nothing was wrong but I could tell she didn’t believe me. I really felt the need to talk to Matt so I did something that I can’t imagine myself doing now.
I looked up Matt’s name in the phonebook and got his address and phone number. He didn’t live too far from school, but it was in the opposite direction from my home. Determined, I set off on foot and walked to his place in the cool evening air of an April evening. I was dressed in standard 80’s gear - white sneakers, tight, button-down jeans, an oversized ‘Cure’ t-shirt that I covered with a jean jacket. If I’d thought about what I was doing I certainly would have tried to dress up a bit more but this was one of those acts spurred by hormones, not rational forethought.
I found his place, a small craftsman-style bungalow on a street filled with similar houses, and a small bodega at the corner of his block. It wasn’t till I reached the gate that I actually began to consider what I was doing. I had no idea why I’d come beyond wanting to talk to Matt, or maybe just to see him. My feelings for him were so dominating my thinking that I hadn’t considered what it was I actually wanted to talk to him about. I reached for the gate on the white picket fence, then turned away at the last second quickly walking up the block to the bodega. I was suddenly so nervous - what was I going to do? What if he wanted to do things that I didn’t want to do yet? What if he didn’t? I wandered the narrow isles of the bodega for a few minutes fretting over just about everything that was (or wasn’t) going to happen. Passing by the small display of condoms at the end of one of the isles just added fuel to the nervous fire burning in my belly and head - what if he just expected me to have sex with him? To know what I was doing? What if he didn’t? What did I want? What did I expect? I was so confused, not having the answers to any of these questions.
As I left the Bodega and began to walk back towards Matt’s place I reconsidered what I was doing and decided that showing up on Matt’s doorstep, unannounced, wasn’t the best idea I’d had. So with a reluctant hitch in my step I walked past Matt’s little cottage and walked back home, trying to figure out what it was I wanted.
Practice for the rest of the week was a comedy of avoidance. I did everything but bury my head in a towel to avoid Matt. I was beginning to feel embarrassed by what had happened, and by my feelings for him and it seemed to me that avoiding Matt was the only way to cope with those feelings. My swimming actually seemed to get better as keeping my face in the water and doing nothing but swimming was the easiest way to avoid him. When Saturday rolled around and it was time for the big meet I was eager and ready to swim. We were competing against the two best teams in the northern half of the state. I’d be competing against a senior who had the best time in the state at that point in the season and who had won the championship last year. Sally spoke to me in the locker room before the meet, reassuring me and calming my ever increasing nerves before my race. Before she left me she mentioned that Coach Matt wanted to see me. Just what I needed! More nervous energy.
Grabbing my cap and goggles I walked out to the pool. Sitting at the team bench I saw Matt yelling encouragement to a teammate during his race. He looked so intense and animated - unlike I’d seen him before. It was obvious that this meet meant a great deal to him. He was jumping into the air before the race ended and as our swimmer touched into second place he let out a woop and ran to the pool’s edge where he happily greeted his successful swimmer. I walked over and congratulated the swimmer as well, trying to act cool around Matt though I felt nothing like cool. He finished with his congratulations and as my teammate left Matt turned his attention to me.
Looking down at me he said, “How you doing kiddo? Nervous?”
“I guess so Coach... I’ve never swum in such an important race you know?”
“Amy, you are going to kick some butt. I just know it. You remember how we practiced your starts? Just don’t think and you’ll be fine. I know this.” He looked at me in almost exactly the same way he had looked at me in the shower. I felt a shiver followed by a rush of adrenaline. My vision tunneled and all I saw was his face. He could have told me to strip for him right there and I probably would have. Thankfully he didn’t and the jostling of my teammates coming to congratulate our last swimmer jostled me out of my zombie-like state.
When it finally came time for my big race I was really nervous, but still in control and brimming with energy. The last thing I really remember clearly is stepping up onto the block. Then next thing that I remember is being nearly yanked out of the pool by Matt. Almost unable to breathe and because Matt was hugging the stuffing out of me. Beth was there hugging both of us and Sally was looking on with this huge smile on her face. In fact the entire team is there hooting and cheering. I must have done well.
“What happened Matt?” I ask him as he is patting my back.
He releases me and holding my shoulders he holds me out at arms-length from him. “You don’t know? You just won the race. Hell, you just set a state record, girl!”
I look at Matt, then Beth, then Sally, and then the blood decides that my brain has had enough of it and completely leaves my head. I begin to wobble but Matt and Sally catch my arms and quickly sit me down on the bleachers.
“I won?” This really is hard for me to accept. I have no memory of even being in the water.
Sally replies, “Amy you didn’t just win, you destroyed them. You beat second place by almost four lengths! You beat the state record by a full second!”
As it finally begins to settle in a huge smile settles across my face and I feel this amazing burst of pride and happiness swell inside. I am so happy that I honestly don’t know how to react to all that is going on. Beth moves in beside me and hugs me hard, whispering in my ear that I’m the studliest swimmer in the pool today.
The rest of the day is mostly just a blur. In my second race I swam well, coming in second but it didn’t matter. The team went out for pizza that night, hosted by our coaches. We had come in second as a team during the meet, our best showing ever against those two teams. We had a lot of swimmers who came very close to winning races but I was certainly the ‘big news’ for the day. Sally celebrated my victory by ordering me a huge banana split, which was shared by all.
Just before Beth and I left, after most of the team had already gone home, Matt came over to me. “Hey Amy, I just wanted to let you know that I’m really proud of how well you did today. Sally and I knew you could swim great, but perhaps we underestimated just how well you can swim.”
I looked up at Matt, the excitement of the day only slightly diminished, and blushed, “Thanks Coach. It really means a lot to me that you guys trusted in me, and that I was able to do that well. You really can’t believe how excited I am.”
“I can believe it kiddo. My first big win is still one of the brightest memories I have. Enjoy it, ok?”
I looked into Matt’s eyes. My knees suddenly felt like they were going to give out on me and I felt my head spin as I looked into his blues. “Matt... ummmm.” I was nervous now too. “About that time in the pool. I wanted to apologize to you. I didn’t mean to put you in a bad place.” As the words came out of my mouth I realized that more than ever I wanted to be in that place with him.
I was really surprise by his response, “Amy, there’s a time and a place for everything. You are a very beautiful woman and I’m sure you’ll find a time, a place, and the right person for you when it all comes together at the right time. I don’t know any of those answers, only you do. I’m not upset about what happened. Things happen and we all deal with them as best we can. Right? Anyway you’re tops in my book so just keep on doing what you’re doing. See you at practice.”
I looked up Matt’s name in the phonebook and got his address and phone number. He didn’t live too far from school, but it was in the opposite direction from my home. Determined, I set off on foot and walked to his place in the cool evening air of an April evening. I was dressed in standard 80’s gear - white sneakers, tight, button-down jeans, an oversized ‘Cure’ t-shirt that I covered with a jean jacket. If I’d thought about what I was doing I certainly would have tried to dress up a bit more but this was one of those acts spurred by hormones, not rational forethought.
I found his place, a small craftsman-style bungalow on a street filled with similar houses, and a small bodega at the corner of his block. It wasn’t till I reached the gate that I actually began to consider what I was doing. I had no idea why I’d come beyond wanting to talk to Matt, or maybe just to see him. My feelings for him were so dominating my thinking that I hadn’t considered what it was I actually wanted to talk to him about. I reached for the gate on the white picket fence, then turned away at the last second quickly walking up the block to the bodega. I was suddenly so nervous - what was I going to do? What if he wanted to do things that I didn’t want to do yet? What if he didn’t? I wandered the narrow isles of the bodega for a few minutes fretting over just about everything that was (or wasn’t) going to happen. Passing by the small display of condoms at the end of one of the isles just added fuel to the nervous fire burning in my belly and head - what if he just expected me to have sex with him? To know what I was doing? What if he didn’t? What did I want? What did I expect? I was so confused, not having the answers to any of these questions.
As I left the Bodega and began to walk back towards Matt’s place I reconsidered what I was doing and decided that showing up on Matt’s doorstep, unannounced, wasn’t the best idea I’d had. So with a reluctant hitch in my step I walked past Matt’s little cottage and walked back home, trying to figure out what it was I wanted.
Practice for the rest of the week was a comedy of avoidance. I did everything but bury my head in a towel to avoid Matt. I was beginning to feel embarrassed by what had happened, and by my feelings for him and it seemed to me that avoiding Matt was the only way to cope with those feelings. My swimming actually seemed to get better as keeping my face in the water and doing nothing but swimming was the easiest way to avoid him. When Saturday rolled around and it was time for the big meet I was eager and ready to swim. We were competing against the two best teams in the northern half of the state. I’d be competing against a senior who had the best time in the state at that point in the season and who had won the championship last year. Sally spoke to me in the locker room before the meet, reassuring me and calming my ever increasing nerves before my race. Before she left me she mentioned that Coach Matt wanted to see me. Just what I needed! More nervous energy.
Grabbing my cap and goggles I walked out to the pool. Sitting at the team bench I saw Matt yelling encouragement to a teammate during his race. He looked so intense and animated - unlike I’d seen him before. It was obvious that this meet meant a great deal to him. He was jumping into the air before the race ended and as our swimmer touched into second place he let out a woop and ran to the pool’s edge where he happily greeted his successful swimmer. I walked over and congratulated the swimmer as well, trying to act cool around Matt though I felt nothing like cool. He finished with his congratulations and as my teammate left Matt turned his attention to me.
Looking down at me he said, “How you doing kiddo? Nervous?”
“I guess so Coach... I’ve never swum in such an important race you know?”
“Amy, you are going to kick some butt. I just know it. You remember how we practiced your starts? Just don’t think and you’ll be fine. I know this.” He looked at me in almost exactly the same way he had looked at me in the shower. I felt a shiver followed by a rush of adrenaline. My vision tunneled and all I saw was his face. He could have told me to strip for him right there and I probably would have. Thankfully he didn’t and the jostling of my teammates coming to congratulate our last swimmer jostled me out of my zombie-like state.
When it finally came time for my big race I was really nervous, but still in control and brimming with energy. The last thing I really remember clearly is stepping up onto the block. Then next thing that I remember is being nearly yanked out of the pool by Matt. Almost unable to breathe and because Matt was hugging the stuffing out of me. Beth was there hugging both of us and Sally was looking on with this huge smile on her face. In fact the entire team is there hooting and cheering. I must have done well.
“What happened Matt?” I ask him as he is patting my back.
He releases me and holding my shoulders he holds me out at arms-length from him. “You don’t know? You just won the race. Hell, you just set a state record, girl!”
I look at Matt, then Beth, then Sally, and then the blood decides that my brain has had enough of it and completely leaves my head. I begin to wobble but Matt and Sally catch my arms and quickly sit me down on the bleachers.
“I won?” This really is hard for me to accept. I have no memory of even being in the water.
Sally replies, “Amy you didn’t just win, you destroyed them. You beat second place by almost four lengths! You beat the state record by a full second!”
As it finally begins to settle in a huge smile settles across my face and I feel this amazing burst of pride and happiness swell inside. I am so happy that I honestly don’t know how to react to all that is going on. Beth moves in beside me and hugs me hard, whispering in my ear that I’m the studliest swimmer in the pool today.
The rest of the day is mostly just a blur. In my second race I swam well, coming in second but it didn’t matter. The team went out for pizza that night, hosted by our coaches. We had come in second as a team during the meet, our best showing ever against those two teams. We had a lot of swimmers who came very close to winning races but I was certainly the ‘big news’ for the day. Sally celebrated my victory by ordering me a huge banana split, which was shared by all.
Just before Beth and I left, after most of the team had already gone home, Matt came over to me. “Hey Amy, I just wanted to let you know that I’m really proud of how well you did today. Sally and I knew you could swim great, but perhaps we underestimated just how well you can swim.”
I looked up at Matt, the excitement of the day only slightly diminished, and blushed, “Thanks Coach. It really means a lot to me that you guys trusted in me, and that I was able to do that well. You really can’t believe how excited I am.”
“I can believe it kiddo. My first big win is still one of the brightest memories I have. Enjoy it, ok?”
I looked into Matt’s eyes. My knees suddenly felt like they were going to give out on me and I felt my head spin as I looked into his blues. “Matt... ummmm.” I was nervous now too. “About that time in the pool. I wanted to apologize to you. I didn’t mean to put you in a bad place.” As the words came out of my mouth I realized that more than ever I wanted to be in that place with him.
I was really surprise by his response, “Amy, there’s a time and a place for everything. You are a very beautiful woman and I’m sure you’ll find a time, a place, and the right person for you when it all comes together at the right time. I don’t know any of those answers, only you do. I’m not upset about what happened. Things happen and we all deal with them as best we can. Right? Anyway you’re tops in my book so just keep on doing what you’re doing. See you at practice.”
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