I've been involved with swimming my whole life. I swam 50 meters all by myself for my second birthday. I've swam, I've coached, I've officiated, everything. Recently, after a few years coaching, I've gone back to swimming. And every single emotion, good and bad, that I've felt about swimming over the last 30 (!) years came flooding (ha ha) back over me.
I used to do this thing after particularly terrible workouts when I was a teen. We would all be bone tired and mentally worn out on some Friday night, knowing that all of our friends were getting ready to go out while we were looking forward to getting up at some ungodly hour the next morning to do it all over again. And I would start to rant about the practice, about our lives as swimmers, about everything. Now, I am either really, really funny (not likely) or everyone was so tired that they laughed hysterically. Either way, it was cathartic and we all felt better for at least a few minutes.
That's what this blog is. It's remembering and appreciating all the reasons we love to hate swimming and all the reasons we keep going back to the pool. I hope that this becomes a forum for swimmers young and old to laugh and vent about the sport that ties us together. I've lived in a lot of different places and one of the things I've learned is that swimmers, no matter where you are, are all exactly the same. And I love it!
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment