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Swimmy observations
Mar. 18th, 2006 09:05 am1: Being first in the pool is almost as good as breaking virgin snow. It's delicously naughty to mess up that mirror-smooth water. Especially with my thrashing-galvanism style front crawl which, incidentally, is coming along. Managed two clean lengths among the warm-up, testing and breathing accidents. Cough, glark.
After my 7am swim (I know, who am I and what have I done with Andy?) I fired up the telly for some Commonwealth Games swimmy inspiration to accompany the mandatory weekend-morning fancy coffee. This leads to observations 2 and 3, viz:
2: Competitive female swimmers are incredibly, eye-grabbingly, stupendously hot.
3: Disability swimming classes are both impressive and gloriously weird. Blind swimmers wear blackout masks to make sure they're properly blind, making them look like squeaky-clean versions of Stark from Farscape. The idea of Stark competing in a pool is so bizarre that I can't shift it and it will go to my grave...
After my 7am swim (I know, who am I and what have I done with Andy?) I fired up the telly for some Commonwealth Games swimmy inspiration to accompany the mandatory weekend-morning fancy coffee. This leads to observations 2 and 3, viz:
2: Competitive female swimmers are incredibly, eye-grabbingly, stupendously hot.
3: Disability swimming classes are both impressive and gloriously weird. Blind swimmers wear blackout masks to make sure they're properly blind, making them look like squeaky-clean versions of Stark from Farscape. The idea of Stark competing in a pool is so bizarre that I can't shift it and it will go to my grave...
