Fort, I will always be there for you but I can't sit with you while you sob if I'm in the next heat...the one you should be in ;) I want to learn how to move my arms fast like you do when you sprint!
I do consider people on both teams as my teammates.
Thank god. Now I can stop sobbing on my keyboard since I'm a real teammate.
If you really loved me and I was sobbing, you should give up that 50 back to hold my hand! :rofl: You're not even a sprinter anyway. But if you want to learn to move your arms fast, you have to get therapy for your engine building addiction and start doing 25s, sista.
I might swim the 50 back at Muppet's meet on July 1. Re-match in the same heat? Oh no, I don't get a turn .... only a start? That could be ugly...
So as not to hijack, I will add that I smile
... when I realize I failed to shave my hairy legs. But who cares?
... when I watch my teammate reading the newspaper between events. (How does he do that? I'm busy chatting and drinking coffee.)
... when my coach swims 2 relays with me after she's been blowing chow all night.
... when my daughter tells her swim coach my times without serious derision.
... when my daughter fixes my leaky broken goggles because I can't see them too well.
... while I ponder which event to scratch that day.
Fort, I will always be there for you but I can't sit with you while you sob if I'm in the next heat...the one you should be in ;) I want to learn how to move my arms fast like you do when you sprint!
I do consider people on both teams as my teammates.
Thank god. Now I can stop sobbing on my keyboard since I'm a real teammate.
If you really loved me and I was sobbing, you should give up that 50 back to hold my hand! :rofl: You're not even a sprinter anyway. But if you want to learn to move your arms fast, you have to get therapy for your engine building addiction and start doing 25s, sista.
I might swim the 50 back at Muppet's meet on July 1. Re-match in the same heat? Oh no, I don't get a turn .... only a start? That could be ugly...
So as not to hijack, I will add that I smile
... when I realize I failed to shave my hairy legs. But who cares?
... when I watch my teammate reading the newspaper between events. (How does he do that? I'm busy chatting and drinking coffee.)
... when my coach swims 2 relays with me after she's been blowing chow all night.
... when my daughter tells her swim coach my times without serious derision.
... when my daughter fixes my leaky broken goggles because I can't see them too well.
... while I ponder which event to scratch that day.
