(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?
Sonic, that is a fabulous super hero!
Beth:
I just saw your lovely song. It was soooo good and evocative, and I can tell you're lonely for the pool ... I've still got my fingers crossed for you to make a speedy recovery! I often feel like my life is pre-arranged too. Sigh. I'm hoping we can pre-arrange a meeting at nationals if our shoulders let us. Hang in there!
For Allen:
There once was a SwimStud named Stark.
With breaststroke he did make his mark.
He became a world champ.
With nary a cramp.
But he never became a SwimShark.
He gave advice freely to posters galore.
Even to spirits or muscles t'were tore.
He was brainy, not snide.
When he told us to glide.
But, alas, he has now taken sore.
So we must hope his shoulder snaps back.
To ensure a secret nemesis attack.
A poster to meet,
He is ever so sweet.
We don't want him supine on back!
Sonic, that is a fabulous super hero!
Beth:
I just saw your lovely song. It was soooo good and evocative, and I can tell you're lonely for the pool ... I've still got my fingers crossed for you to make a speedy recovery! I often feel like my life is pre-arranged too. Sigh. I'm hoping we can pre-arrange a meeting at nationals if our shoulders let us. Hang in there!
For Allen:
There once was a SwimStud named Stark.
With breaststroke he did make his mark.
He became a world champ.
With nary a cramp.
But he never became a SwimShark.
He gave advice freely to posters galore.
Even to spirits or muscles t'were tore.
He was brainy, not snide.
When he told us to glide.
But, alas, he has now taken sore.
So we must hope his shoulder snaps back.
To ensure a secret nemesis attack.
A poster to meet,
He is ever so sweet.
We don't want him supine on back!
