The swim team is my family away from family. We discussed this today in the sauna (sauna talk will, by far, be the most random things I come up with; most of it won't make it to my blog for shame at the randomity). We see each other at our worst; we get annoyed out of our minds with each other; we see each other all the time; and we forgive each other in a maximum of about three days for any annoyances or frustrations. We discussed how certain people tick us off frequently, yet somehow we still hold them in the highest regard. We span a plethora of interests and abilities, most of us are entwined in different social circles (no matter how many dimensions we're talking, bluebird) yet we still are bound together, somehow. I don't think I'll ever actually be able to hate someone on the swim team. You may hear me badmouthing them all the time, but I still don't think I'm capable of hating them. Even the toad. I still have a special place somewhere (it may not be my heart) for that idiot. I tolerate him quite well, considering the amount of time I spend in his presence.
So there's my profound swimming thought for the day. Three in a row...eesh you folks are getting bombarded!
2 comments:
Bombard us with your literary genius!
Not that swimming isn't good... but you did comment on the fact that it's been your main topic lately.
generally, you write about what you know. the ocelot knows swimming where the rest of us retain a void. so of this she speaks.
i like the term social spheres. i think that many teams are like that. for instance, on the only team o have experience with, even the non-hygenicish people you end up not minding. you stop seeing them as, well as guys if that makes sense. they're your partner and you help each other improve the dance. you want to be the best.
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