This weekend was our Pacific Masters Championships. It was a close battle between WCM and USF and I don't know who won at this very moment. I don't care.
You see, I left right before the 1000 today (the last event) right after the last relays. I watched some great swims today. Amazing swims. My friend Brendon swam a 2:03 200 fly and really hit his taper (as he's not going to Nationals)- we were teasing about how he does really well the week after a tapered meet. He seemed to finally figure it out this time.
My friend Stephen called me tonight and told me that Brendon also had a great 1000, was warming down, had a heart attack and died. He was 35. I was stunned. I've been crying since then trying to make sense of it all. It doesn't make sense.
I called some other friends and no one else can believe it either. Suddenly, the meet doesn't matter, swimming doesn't matter, what matters is that we lost a really great guy today. He was always so happy, funny, and loved to tell jokes. He was really good natured and fun to be around. I will miss him terribly.
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I LOVE that idea! I also sometimes find myself wondering how fast I would have to swim in order to be able to make a career out of it ... then I realize that isn't going to happen. But oh well!
I think swimmers are a different bread of athletes in many ways. All athletes are masochistic to some degree but I think swimmers take the cake, also they happen to be the nicest group of people I know!
Props to the swim community for being so cool.
I LOVE that idea! I also sometimes find myself wondering how fast I would have to swim in order to be able to make a career out of it ... then I realize that isn't going to happen. But oh well!
I think swimmers are a different bread of athletes in many ways. All athletes are masochistic to some degree but I think swimmers take the cake, also they happen to be the nicest group of people I know!
Props to the swim community for being so cool.
