Swim Rant

Whenever the age thing comes up , I say wait 30 years & then talk to me !! At 64 , I'm the elder guy on the team:cane:

I hate the coach comparing me to a 19 year old and telling me that she beat me again (I am 47). :whiteflag: That just sounds cruel!

I think your new avatar will move them in front of you Nothing like a sausage scarf!

Nothing like a sausage scarf! Ohhh, that can't be good for the Abs, Monster!:D

Ohhh, that can't be good for the Abs, Monster!:D If you can't eat it, wear it! :):)

I don't like it when teenage boys and middle age men are up my a$$ during breaststroke, yet they won't go in front of me. I think your new avatar will move them in front of you

I have something new to rant about. :bitching: So towards the latter end of practice this morning, my teammates and I started noticing a bunch of firemen walking around the pool deck over by the diving well. We were curious about it, but we just continued on doing our kick set like the good little swimmers we are. Next we thing noticed, they had put caution tape up around the diving well! 100 yards of kicking later, a policeman comes over to the main pool and tells the coaches we all need to get out. He comes by personally to order us out of the pool. So I get out, and walk over to my duffel bag to change (yes, I change on deck, I'm a college student, we do whatever the **** we want, baby, yeah!). So while I'm squirming around there with the towel wrapped around my hips, the same policeman (there's a bunch of them hovering around now) comes over to me and says I need to get off the pool deck too! You see, you gotta understand, our two pools are in this sunken area, with cement steps for seating on either side of the long sides of the main pool. It's actually kinda neat, like we're swimming in an arena or something. So I haul ass up off the pool deck and change myself the rest of the way up by one of the entrances to the locker rooms. Meantime, all of us are really starting to wonder what's going on. There were enough firemen and cops around to make you think there'd been a shooting! Some of us thought there might be a dead body in the diving well (there had been a suicide on campus a couple months ago). Another idea was a chorine leak. Later in the day, I find out from my coach at afternoon practice that some idiot mechanic in the mechanical room mixed chlorine with acid and made, presto!, chlorine gas! Suffice to say, he went to the hospital and a Hazmat team came. Meanwhile, the entire pool area (which is like the heart of the athletics area of campus) was cordoned off by yellow tape. I also got an e-mail informing my teammates and I that the pool will be out of commission for the next two days, and probably three. No morning practices for three whole days! And I'm trying to keep a ball rolling here! Two times a day is tough ****. :bitching::bitching::bitching:

You know what bothers me about this story? It's the blatant show of authority and disrespect for others by the police and firefighters. Instead of saying "Hey, you have to go," again and again, how much harder would it be to say "Hey, you have to go, there's dangerous gas?" It's the little things that make a society polite.

People that think you "pace" a 50 free. :blah:

This is just a slight rant: people who want to stop you during your set and talk about whatever, "how long you been swimming," "how many laps do you swim," "I just swam down and back and I'm exhausted," and so on. I try not to be rude, but at the same time I'll set goals during my swims and part of that is trying to make a certain interval, which means: 1) I'm breathing too hard to talk, and 2) I can't stop to talk or I'll miss the interval. In the grand scheme perhaps I'm taking my swimming too seriously. :D