Equipment Rep
Trains with every piece of equipment available at all times.
The Luddite
Trains with nothing. Only uses a loin cloth and goggles in workout.
The Barnacle
Leaves right on your feet. Couldn't count to five or ten if his life depnded on it.
The Coach
Not an actual coach, but someone who is consumed with technique. Swimming is a precise set of moves that can be broken down, categorized, and scientifically analyzed.
The Jaded
Could care less about technique. Just wants to swim and leave the analysis to the eggheads.
The Swimaholic
Trains at least 10 swimming workouts a week. Anything less is viewed as not trying.
Fast Guy who Never Trains
Shows up once a month and breaks national records in practice.
Hardest Working Man in the Swim Business
Trains like a ferocious animal in workout, but has no speed when it comes to racing.
Lane Guy
Works out in a lane that is far too fast or slow for him.
The Crack Guy
Dude, pull your swimsuit up or get a bigger size.
The Newbie
Shows up to practice in board shorts and a scuba mask.
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As for myself, I would fall into the categories of Luddite and Jaded. Also, I wrote this from a male perspective, but the women are included as well. Any other stereotypes?
I am a cheating weasel.
I have mental problems too; I am scared of sets of 35 per 50, 1:10 per hundred, 2:20 per 200. (Longer ones I'm cool with). I know I shouldn't be, but I am.
I admit, I leave early (not on the first one) to bank seconds. I feel I own them, I created them. They are my seconds to use at my whim. Those seconds give me comfort during my pain. I use them carefully. I enjoy watching the clock go backwards, and if need be, catch up to my challenging interval.
I am a cheating weasel.
I am a cheating weasel.
I have mental problems too; I am scared of sets of 35 per 50, 1:10 per hundred, 2:20 per 200. (Longer ones I'm cool with). I know I shouldn't be, but I am.
I admit, I leave early (not on the first one) to bank seconds. I feel I own them, I created them. They are my seconds to use at my whim. Those seconds give me comfort during my pain. I use them carefully. I enjoy watching the clock go backwards, and if need be, catch up to my challenging interval.
I am a cheating weasel.
