Why does it appear many masters swimmers are taking USMS so seriously?
What's the difference between the typical "selfish train all day", "it's all about me" triathlete and a masters swimmer who seriously trains as hard as they can.... particularly to focus on setting masters records?
Seems like there is a growing parallel between triathletes and many masters swimmers these days.
Isn't it just "masters swimming" for health and fun in the end?
Does a masters record really mean that much?
Is this a good thing? ..... or a turn off for those who look on with amusement.
Really??
No. It's probably John C. Smith, rumored to be recovering from both shoulder surgery and the late life adoption of a Longhorn steer tattoo.
I am only speculating here, but it's possible that when Mr. Smith discovered that the tattoo artist had, in fact, permanently inked a gelded steer--as opposed to a potent bull--upon his aging body, something snapped within his brain. The resulting patholological sequellae appear to include, but may not be not limited to, the triggering of peevishness and a lashing out against all of us Lilliputians with weak but still healthy shoulders, and skin unmottled by horned creatures destined for the abattoir and dinner plate.
I would further speculate that there is a quality of bullshit to much of this thread. However, as I just speculated above, bull is perhaps too strong a term.
In any event, best of luck to you, Mr. Negative--and I mean this sincerely. I hope your shoulder heals up quickly, and that with time and the encroachment of the fat that you seem to think overtakes all us masters eventually, that the graven image of that sad gelded cow will disappear forever within wrinkled folds of your crepey flesh!
Really??
No. It's probably John C. Smith, rumored to be recovering from both shoulder surgery and the late life adoption of a Longhorn steer tattoo.
I am only speculating here, but it's possible that when Mr. Smith discovered that the tattoo artist had, in fact, permanently inked a gelded steer--as opposed to a potent bull--upon his aging body, something snapped within his brain. The resulting patholological sequellae appear to include, but may not be not limited to, the triggering of peevishness and a lashing out against all of us Lilliputians with weak but still healthy shoulders, and skin unmottled by horned creatures destined for the abattoir and dinner plate.
I would further speculate that there is a quality of bullshit to much of this thread. However, as I just speculated above, bull is perhaps too strong a term.
In any event, best of luck to you, Mr. Negative--and I mean this sincerely. I hope your shoulder heals up quickly, and that with time and the encroachment of the fat that you seem to think overtakes all us masters eventually, that the graven image of that sad gelded cow will disappear forever within wrinkled folds of your crepey flesh!
