Taper taper taper taper atper taoer taer taper taper taperrepat! I love taper. When you can get 30-40 people together, grinning from ear to ear and hyper as squirrels while marinating in chlorine at 6:00 in the morning, you know you have reached Taper, those few precious weeks when 'work' falls out of your swimming vocabulary, and the coach is forced to yell at you to get you to shut up, instead of to swim harder.
If Taper weren't enough, we did a Preference pre-date thing today. We were going to use Region as our day-date, but since the MV girls we have coming with us won't be at Region and don't know their dates as well, a pre-date was requested. Shortly after practice this morning, we got together and had breakfast (there was one non-swimmer there, and he was dead, while we had been awake for three hours). We had pancakes, waffles, bacon, and eggs. But that wasn't the best part. The best part came after breakfast.
After eating breakfast, we went to the greyhound's church (I'm sure some other folks know which one I'm talking about, provided you know who the greyhound is) and played games in the gym. I brought soccer socks, not quite knowing why I was told to do so (I only had 14 pair, as my ickle brudders wore some of them skiing). The greyhound had these funky rocket things with foam tips that we shot each other with and we played a few other things with them. We did this with the soccer socks on, resulting in much tumult.
Following our rampage with the foam rockets, the greyhound produced a big plush die. With it, we played soccer, using those random pads at the ends of the basketball court as the goals. The greyhound made the teams, and she made the team opposing her highly unfair. But that's okay, 'cause I was on it! There was much mutilation in the game, and we all came out of it bruised and sore, but having had much fun (I can't talk right today). We had just done the very sort of thing our coach tells us not to. I quote:
"When we get around to taper, you all have so much energy, 'cause you're used to being dead. Now, this is what we want, but you guys always get stupid and go play contact sports and get hurt. DON'T DO IT!"
Heh heh. If we can't swim come tomorrow, we're all dead meat. And yet I'm so happy. ;D
2 comments:
you're crazy. it's pretty much awesome. that sounds like a blast though. we need to go play park games. i'm DYING to play park games. and now i have a date with the count. hasta!
Hey,
It's me nicole! Remember? Well I just dropped in to say HI! You swim? Are you on a swim team? I have two friends that that is all their life! All they would like to be doing is swimming! Well ttyl!
-Nicole
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