(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?
For Kyra and Rich:
(Writing time: 2 minutes)
Ode to Breaststoke #1:
Oh what will I do?
With my breaststroke askew?
Will I never learn the timing?
Am I only good at rhyming?
I read the tips.
I follow the scripts.
And yet my stroke does not improve.
Oh, will I ever find the groove?
Flexible ankles I do have.
Even a bit of the diamond calve.
Yet my kick is inefficient.
I feel, oh, so deficient.
The superman streamline I do admire.
But Allen I will have to hire.
To overhaul the dreadful thing.
To take me under his uncritical wing.
If I could learn the secret to it.
I promise I might even do it.
Not just as an adjunct to my IM.
But as a sweet newfound friend.
you know (What if we all had superpowers ...what would they be and how would you use them?...hmmm....newmastersswimmer
Wouldn't this be a good thread starter: either swimming or NSR.
The poetry battles are really raging. Anyone wanna write about freestyle?
Wouldn't this be a good thread starter: either swimming or NSR.
The poetry battles are really raging. Anyone wanna write about freestyle?
The thread about super powers already exsists...if you use the search feature you'll find it.
You should write about freestyle. Channel the creative gods and go forth! :banana: :banana:
THE SEVEN AGES OF BREASTSTROKE
By: Leslie Shakespeare
All the pool’s a stage,
And all the breaststrokers merely pretenders,
They have their many guises and sets aplenty,
For one frog plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Doggy paddling in the shallow end.
Then, the inchworm, oozing snail-like down the lane
And tilted head, and large duck-like feet,
Unwilling to go faster. And then the Swim-Stud Romeo,
Sighing like furnace with a dodgy ballad
Made for the USMS female eyes. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths against the King of Strokes
Jealous in honour, and quick in Cruisian quarrel,
Seeking to ride the glide,
Even into the canon’s mouth. And then the justice
In fair round belly, with sock modeling long past
With eyes severe and stroke so backward going
Full of weisenheimers and endless thrashing
And so he over-rhapsodizes his stroke.
The six age shifts
Into the aged and slipper’d 80-85 group.
With ice on the shoulder and nose clip by side,
His youthful fastskin well sav’d, a world too small
For his belly, and yet have shrunk the diamond calves
The memory of the wave gone, by the Leondardian chip
Thus erased. And brandy by the ready. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history.
Its existence now mere oblivion, like Butterfrog,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
What remains, steadfastly, is the Fly.
King of kings, heart beating nobly in the quietude.
Content at last that chip technology thus prevail’d.
Harrassed no longer by the bruises and slings of wild
Whip kicks. Now arrested. Now vanquished.
Remember how easily offended I used to get so yeah the first post offended me, I'm going to run and cry in my pillow now ...
and Jim ... :smooch: from the head cheerleader to you!
posted by the Fly-Queen
I am starting to recall a few times when my overly vulgar language may have offended you at times??....but you're right that it has been a while (actually around 2 years perhaps...only its seems so much longer??).....I left you my formal apology on the annual threadies thread...and when I get around to cleaning out my PM inbox, I'll send you another apology via PM....Afterall you are the head cheerleader now...LOL!!
Newmastersswimmer
An ode for my friends
Both new and old
And the countless fun
That seems to unfold
In our cyber playground
We play all day long
Perhaps Ande and Sonic
Should write a theme song
Even 'mongst our squibbles
We get along happily
I just love our big
Twisted USMS family!!!
