1. You open the door to the pool and get that first whiff of chlorine and think to yourself, "I love the smell of chlorine in the morning!"
2. Your new issue of Swimmer Magazine arrives :bliss: and you immediately sit down and read it cover to cover (including the ads!). But, then, the realization sets in that now you have to wait two months until the NEXT issue arrives.
3. You find yourself counting strokes instead of sheep to fall asleep at night. Then, just when you're about to fall asleep, instead of your leg twitching a little bit, it does a full whip kick :afraid:, and you ride the glide to slumberland... :bed:
Now it's your turn...
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Then there are the anxiety dreams of; missed my heat,forgot to shave,lost my suit,lost my locker etc.
This isn't a dream... I've caught myself twice in the last few months heading for the door between locker room and pool, only to turn around realizing that I hadn't put my suit on yet!! And I'm only 58. :cane:
I don't mind when I get there and realize I still have my slippers on from the house... but forgetting to put on my suit...?
BTW can you still swim with Alzheimer's?
my favorite,swimming in the air. QUOTE]
I have this dream all the time - only I'm doing freestyle. And in my dream, I am aware of other people looking at me funny, but I just keep going!
You KNOW you're hooked on swimming when you hate taking that one day off you know your body needs, because you would rather be at the pool. :bitching:
The next best thing? Reading books on swimming during your usual swim time! :D After finishing Jeff Comming's book, I started on Lyn Sherr's, "Swim". The following is an excerpt from Page 70, quoted from comedian and writer Laurie Kilmartin, a former competitive breaststroker. She compares the four different strokes, but I particularly enjoyed her description of butterfly and breaststroke:
"Butterfly: Good lord. When will this most violent of strokes be committed to an insane asylum? The loud uncle of swimming, butterfuly boorishly hogs the remote control, making all the other strokes watch football on Thanksgiving Day. Grow up. You are making a scene.
Breaststroke: Breaststroke is all that is noble and good in this cruel world. Many deities...enjoy the solitude of this most subtle of strokes. Breaststroke has refined tastes. It reads the New Yorker and paints abstracts with oil. Breaststroke, we suspect, enjoys a martini now and again. (Contrast this with the alcoholic butterfly, which pounds Budweisers from cans, shoplifted from a 7-11.) It soothes the inner beast and acts as a gentle tonic on a troubled heart. Breaststroke, you see, is in harmony with the universe; its pull and kick chase one another in playful symmetry. And if that weren't enough, breaststroke also boasts the crown jewel of competitive swimming, the pulldown... a holy moment of shrouded watery silence. Breaststrokers go to the chapel during the pulldown (often giving thanks they are not backstrokers), and break to the surface only when their brave lungs are nearly burst... Breaststroke is Yin and Yang, Rum and coke..." :bliss:
"Butterfly: Good lord. When will this most violent of strokes be committed to an insane asylum? The loud uncle of swimming, butterfuly boorishly hogs the remote control, making all the other strokes watch football on Thanksgiving Day. Grow up. You are making a scene."
I resemble that remark, but I'm not going to do anything about it except turn up the volume.
You KNOW you're hooked on swimming when you hate taking that one day off you know your body needs, because you would rather be at the pool. :bitching:
The next best thing? Reading books on swimming during your usual swim time! :D After finishing Jeff Comming's book, I started on Lyn Sherr's, "Swim". The following is an excerpt from Page 70, quoted from comedian and writer Laurie Kilmartin, a former competitive breaststroker. She compares the four different strokes, but I particularly enjoyed her description of butterfly and breaststroke:
"Butterfly: Good lord. When will this most violent of strokes be committed to an insane asylum? The loud uncle of swimming, butterfuly boorishly hogs the remote control, making all the other strokes watch football on Thanksgiving Day. Grow up. You are making a scene.
Breaststroke: Breaststroke is all that is noble and good in this cruel world. Many deities...enjoy the solitude of this most subtle of strokes. Breaststroke has refined tastes. It reads the New Yorker and paints abstracts with oil. Breaststroke, we suspect, enjoys a martini now and again. (Contrast this with the alcoholic butterfly, which pounds Budweisers from cans, shoplifted from a 7-11.) It soothes the inner beast and acts as a gentle tonic on a troubled heart. Breaststroke, you see, is in harmony with the universe; its pull and kick chase one another in playful symmetry. And if that weren't enough, breaststroke also boasts the crown jewel of competitive swimming, the pulldown... a holy moment of shrouded watery silence. Breaststrokers go to the chapel during the pulldown (often giving thanks they are not backstrokers), and break to the surface only when their brave lungs are nearly burst... Breaststroke is Yin and Yang, Rum and coke..." :bliss:
Agree, wholeheartedly, with all sentiments :applaud: Thanks for sharing!
