Saturday was the first big swim meet of the southeastern Special Olympics teams. Conveniently enough, we were the host city, so there was no overnight travel involved.
My young man swam in five of the races, and did quite well.
The very first race of the meet was an 800-yard freestyle.
Let me just repeat that, in case you missed the significance of that number:
Eight. Hundred. Yards.
Don’t tell me they’re disabled.