(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?
I think someone better call the hearst.
I love this final line!
Here's my limerick on distance free. Not up to an epic yet. Need inspiration. Shakespeare wrote limericks though.
Distance Free Limerick #1
There once was a fey swimmer who thought,
That Endless laps in a pool weren't for naught.
When he asked, "Is there more?"
I said, "'Tis a bore."
Garbage yardage is not what is taught.
But that fey swimmer kept right on swimming.
Even though he was tres far from winning.
Till at last, with a hammer,
The faint silenced his clamor.
He woke up, and commenced his sprint finning.
For Kyra, with a nod to the Beatles:
I'm so tired.
I haven't slept a wink.
I'm soooooo tired.
My swimming's on the blink.
I wonder if I should wake up
Before I start to sink.
I'm soooooo tired.
My shoulder must have a kink.
I think I'll have GU gel,
Or drink an energy drink.
I'm sooooo tired.
I really don't want to think.
I wonder if that college thing.
Is starting to make a ***?
I'm sooooo tired.
I'm going to have a drink.
But when I wake up tired.
I will still go lift the weights.
I'm sooooo tired.
But I won't leave it to fate.
I'll swim and go to nationals.
To meet the poets many.
I'm sooooo tired.
But I've still got skills aplenty.
Feel better!! :snore: :snore: :snore: :snore: :drink:
I think someone better call the hearst.
I love this final line!
Here's my limerick on distance free. Not up to an epic yet. Need inspiration. Shakespeare wrote limericks though.
Distance Free Limerick #1
There once was a fey swimmer who thought,
That Endless laps in a pool weren't for naught.
When he asked, "Is there more?"
I said, "'Tis a bore."
Garbage yardage is not what is taught.
But that fey swimmer kept right on swimming.
Even though he was tres far from winning.
Till at last, with a hammer,
The faint silenced his clamor.
He woke up, and commenced his sprint finning.
For Kyra, with a nod to the Beatles:
I'm so tired.
I haven't slept a wink.
I'm soooooo tired.
My swimming's on the blink.
I wonder if I should wake up
Before I start to sink.
I'm soooooo tired.
My shoulder must have a kink.
I think I'll have GU gel,
Or drink an energy drink.
I'm sooooo tired.
I really don't want to think.
I wonder if that college thing.
Is starting to make a ***?
I'm sooooo tired.
I'm going to have a drink.
But when I wake up tired.
I will still go lift the weights.
I'm sooooo tired.
But I won't leave it to fate.
I'll swim and go to nationals.
To meet the poets many.
I'm sooooo tired.
But I've still got skills aplenty.
Feel better!! :snore: :snore: :snore: :snore: :drink:
