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?
KING KONG- He may not beat his chest, but he does beat the water. Hard. He swims like he is angry at the world. When he turns to breathe, he reaches his arm way up in the air, and then slams down his cupped hand with a vengeance. WHAM! :afraid: He then brings his other arm around, and, again, with cupped hand, BAM! :afraid:This goes on lap, after lap, after lap.
Swimmers in King Kong’s neighboring lanes scatter for fear of inhaling more water on each breath. :bolt:The 20 women in the water aerobics class in the other pool stop in unison to see where that loud noise is coming from that is echoing throughout Steve Lundquist Aquatic Center.
When King Kong finally leaves, we all breathe a sigh of relief. :applaud:
KING KONG- He may not beat his chest, but he does beat the water. Hard. He swims like he is angry at the world. When he turns to breathe, he reaches his arm way up in the air, and then slams down his cupped hand with a vengeance. WHAM! :afraid: He then brings his other arm around, and, again, with cupped hand, BAM! :afraid:This goes on lap, after lap, after lap.
Swimmers in King Kong’s neighboring lanes scatter for fear of inhaling more water on each breath. :bolt:The 20 women in the water aerobics class in the other pool stop in unison to see where that loud noise is coming from that is echoing throughout Steve Lundquist Aquatic Center.
When King Kong finally leaves, we all breathe a sigh of relief. :applaud:
