Inspired by the adventures & advice recounted in the Women are trouble thread, I thought I'd propose a related thread: How I met my Sweetie through Swimming (masters or whatever).
I'll start the ball rolling...
Sixteen years ago I was taking advantage of an extended dayshift position in my (then) policing career by working out most mornings with a age-group club in North Vancouver and evenings with my masters club & was devoting myself to a rather monastic lifestyle designed to see just how far I could take my swimming-then...one night, in walks a new female swimmer to our masters workout & literally I thought "oh no, here comes trouble!" We made acquaintance through the post-workout ritual hottub & I knew that it was serious trouble when I discovered that she was a breastroker (I was surrounded by stroke philistines who preferred others) & after she took off her bathing cap (auburn hair? I'm sunk). Nevertheless, I stubbornly tried to adhere to my swimmerly vows of perfection attainment until a few weeks later after a local meet she mentioned that she had been given two tickets for a play & would I like to come along?
We've been married for fourteen years now.
Swimming perfection? Naah, but lifetime happiness I'll take over that, anytime.
Your turn
There's good and bad to a swimming spouse.
It is MOSTLY good until the "taper grumpies" come out. At our 1st nationals in Tempe (1994) we were still dating, but sharing a room (ssh, don't tell my mom!:p) Pat didn't want to go anywhere, including dinner, he was very quiet, etc. He was so "focused" as he put it on his races. (Granted he did win most of them!) I got sick of it (grumpies) quite quickly. I'm pretty light-hearted for the most part at Nationals so I nicknamed his condition the "taper grumpies".
I'm not looking forward to Ft. Lauderdale in this regard. We are bringing #1 son and leaving 2 and 3 with grandma, maybe he'll be a little less grumpy with Peej around. :)
There's good and bad to a swimming spouse.
It is MOSTLY good until the "taper grumpies" come out. At our 1st nationals in Tempe (1994) we were still dating, but sharing a room (ssh, don't tell my mom!:p) Pat didn't want to go anywhere, including dinner, he was very quiet, etc. He was so "focused" as he put it on his races. (Granted he did win most of them!) I got sick of it (grumpies) quite quickly. I'm pretty light-hearted for the most part at Nationals so I nicknamed his condition the "taper grumpies".
I'm not looking forward to Ft. Lauderdale in this regard. We are bringing #1 son and leaving 2 and 3 with grandma, maybe he'll be a little less grumpy with Peej around. :)
