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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Yes, it is nice to dream....and I did swim 7 Top Ten times a few years ago..and 1 FINA Top Ten (with an artif right hip and Hep C)....but swimming...er....even holding onto Mc Connica's goggles is nothing short of a DREAM...er.....deludid thinking....
For me, even in a boat....Keeping up with that guy...is akin to whizing in the ocean to raise the tide....:)
Yes, it is nice to dream....and I did swim 7 Top Ten times a few years ago..and 1 FINA Top Ten (with an artif right hip and Hep C)....but swimming...er....even holding onto Mc Connica's goggles is nothing short of a DREAM...er.....deludid thinking....
For me, even in a boat....Keeping up with that guy...is akin to whizing in the ocean to raise the tide....:)
