(I somehow lost my post in the middle of reviewing it--sorry if this ends up posted twice! Now let's see if I can remember what I wrote.)
I was talking with a friend about swimming and she said she started "swimming for life" x number of years ago. I got the sense that she meant that it was more than a good workout--it kept her "alive." I have to admit that it has that kind of effect for me, too. At the risk of sounding too new-agey, it's nourishing in more than a physical sense.
What does swimming mean to you? How does that compare to other sports or activities you do? How does that meaning influence your goals and performance?
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Inspired by Swimmy's verse's and everyone else's thoughts, I was moved to write my own little poem:
Ode to Master’s Swimming
By J.B. Barr
Ah, to swim at 5:30
What a thing that we do
It happens so early
There’s no time to poo
I rush to my workout
‘Fore the masses are moving
With eyes barely open
My limbs begin grooving
We wear skimpy Speedos
Barely covering our jewels
My lane mates don’t mind
We all look like fools
Whilst a true black line guides me
My mind unawares
In my silent retreat
I can lose all my cares
I move back and forth
Smoothly through each repeat
We’ll all be great friends
But don’t touch my feet!
As I glide through the water
It feels oh so cool
Heart and lungs are the engines
Hands and feet are the tools
Some do it for fitness
Some prefer competition
Better health and well being
Are the true swimmer’s mission
The workout’s like scripture
The coach like a pastor
God please hold off aging
So I still might get faster!
Inspired by Swimmy's verse's and everyone else's thoughts, I was moved to write my own little poem:
Ode to Master’s Swimming
By J.B. Barr
Ah, to swim at 5:30
What a thing that we do
It happens so early
There’s no time to poo
I rush to my workout
‘Fore the masses are moving
With eyes barely open
My limbs begin grooving
We wear skimpy Speedos
Barely covering our jewels
My lane mates don’t mind
We all look like fools
Whilst a true black line guides me
My mind unawares
In my silent retreat
I can lose all my cares
I move back and forth
Smoothly through each repeat
We’ll all be great friends
But don’t touch my feet!
As I glide through the water
It feels oh so cool
Heart and lungs are the engines
Hands and feet are the tools
Some do it for fitness
Some prefer competition
Better health and well being
Are the true swimmer’s mission
The workout’s like scripture
The coach like a pastor
God please hold off aging
So I still might get faster!
