(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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Thanks for your replies, Seagurl51 and FlyQueen. I'm glad that someone agrees with me.
It's tough being vision impaired, it's worse when you can't drive and have to depend on others to give you a ride somewhere because you truly cannot drive ... and for a good reason, too.
What pisses me off (forgive my language) is the fact that they live in the Far Wast part of the City and I'm the only Far East Sider. I've offered them gas fare before, but their excuse was the distance they had to make from the pool to my house (which was easily a fifteen minute trip) and from my house back to where they live (which is roughly thirty to fourty-five minutes away). :mad: :frustrated:
Forgive me if I go off on a rant, but I didn't choose to live in this part of town, my dad did. To be honest, I didn't (and still don't) like the house he bought, which I'm still living in.
Before I learned about Masters and before I started swimming again, a lot of things were going wrong in my life. I got suspended from the college in the fall of 2002 due to failing to meet the criteria of "probation" due to depression, but didn't get the notice until the third week of January '03.
Then when Blind Services found out, my (then) incompetent counselor *TRIED* to place me in a sheltered workshop with other blind (and mentally challenged!) people to get job experience, sewing flourescent tape on neon orange vests for minimum wage, too.
...When I refused, disagreed and said some colorful things about my counselor and past experiences with job rejections, it went straight to the director's office.
I was 24 going on 25, but that didn't stop the director from calling my house and telling my parents about it. Worse came to Worse and I ended up getting therapy and counseling for most of the stuff I was dealt with.
When I learned about USMS, I thought most of that was behind me and that I'd venture to neighboring cities and compete and come home a champion, but the truth was I was the square peg in a puzzle of circle pegs.
There must've been at least fifteen meets or so that I've missed because of a lack of getting to and from these meets. I've also come to the conclusion that my team is very disorganized.
I get e-newsletters about upcoming meets and practices and try to schedule a paratransit trip to the pool and learn that the whole kit'n'kaboodle was cancelled the *NIGHT* before my trip, too. :mad:
I don't know how other LMSC's are like, but this surely isn't what I was expecting.
I apologize for not sounding my normal Sonicky self, but I just had to let it all out.
*we now return to our regularly scheduled thread*
- Sonic Swimmer78
Thanks for your replies, Seagurl51 and FlyQueen. I'm glad that someone agrees with me.
It's tough being vision impaired, it's worse when you can't drive and have to depend on others to give you a ride somewhere because you truly cannot drive ... and for a good reason, too.
What pisses me off (forgive my language) is the fact that they live in the Far Wast part of the City and I'm the only Far East Sider. I've offered them gas fare before, but their excuse was the distance they had to make from the pool to my house (which was easily a fifteen minute trip) and from my house back to where they live (which is roughly thirty to fourty-five minutes away). :mad: :frustrated:
Forgive me if I go off on a rant, but I didn't choose to live in this part of town, my dad did. To be honest, I didn't (and still don't) like the house he bought, which I'm still living in.
Before I learned about Masters and before I started swimming again, a lot of things were going wrong in my life. I got suspended from the college in the fall of 2002 due to failing to meet the criteria of "probation" due to depression, but didn't get the notice until the third week of January '03.
Then when Blind Services found out, my (then) incompetent counselor *TRIED* to place me in a sheltered workshop with other blind (and mentally challenged!) people to get job experience, sewing flourescent tape on neon orange vests for minimum wage, too.
...When I refused, disagreed and said some colorful things about my counselor and past experiences with job rejections, it went straight to the director's office.
I was 24 going on 25, but that didn't stop the director from calling my house and telling my parents about it. Worse came to Worse and I ended up getting therapy and counseling for most of the stuff I was dealt with.
When I learned about USMS, I thought most of that was behind me and that I'd venture to neighboring cities and compete and come home a champion, but the truth was I was the square peg in a puzzle of circle pegs.
There must've been at least fifteen meets or so that I've missed because of a lack of getting to and from these meets. I've also come to the conclusion that my team is very disorganized.
I get e-newsletters about upcoming meets and practices and try to schedule a paratransit trip to the pool and learn that the whole kit'n'kaboodle was cancelled the *NIGHT* before my trip, too. :mad:
I don't know how other LMSC's are like, but this surely isn't what I was expecting.
I apologize for not sounding my normal Sonicky self, but I just had to let it all out.
*we now return to our regularly scheduled thread*
- Sonic Swimmer78
