today was blessed championships, which, bittersweetly, was also the last meet of the season. i love my swim team; it's dear. the people and the atmosphere and just... everything.
i love the way a puddle collects in the small dip next to the chair i always sit in at home meets, and i always forget to hop over it, and i get muddy.
i love the seventies music mr. mcwilliams blasts from the speakers.
i love seeing the familiar faces of the people from other teams--i see these faces every year, and yet i don't know all of their names.
i love how dorky every single soul looks in a swim cap. i am not alone. look at those babyfaces.
i love that i'm not the only one with crazy tan lines.
i love that my coach has a new jersey accent.
i love how i've grown up with my teammates. i remember when we were nine.
i love the fact that i can still scrape up a second place, even if i was multiple seconds faster at age eleven. sheesh.
i love flipping people's caps for them when they can't do it themselves.
i love the fact that my friend taylor gets first place, always, and is so sweet besides.
i love pre-relay pep-talk/psych-up/ARE YOU READY TO WIN THIS? freak outs, dances, etc.
i love defacing my hand with not-so-random numbers. and the way the sharpie bleeds into the microscopic cracks of my skin.
and many other things besides. i'm terribly depressed about the fact that i still have two years of high school left, but i'm happy that i still have two summers left to swim. :)
in other news, does anyone know why someone would think it's okay to give frostbite to a stranger?? a zillion people blocked the hallway to the indoor pool. "will this get the line moving?" bellowed the middle-aged woman behind me loudly as she pressed two nearly frozen bottles of water to my bare back. i managed a quiet yelp, turned around and laughed good-naturedly. "no, it will not," i muttered under my breath a bit viciously as i faced the pool again. what am i, a donkey?
geez. i tried to think of it from her point of view--yeah, i'd be tempted to do it too. bare skin, freezing water... eh, it's tempting. but that does not on any account mean that i would do it. to a friend, totally. to a stranger? not a chance. i mean, what if i'd had a gun or something?
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Hm. Wow; that lady sounds irritating. I probably would have responded a little less kindly.
I've never been an avid swimmer. In fact, I rarely swim. However, I understand what you love and why. I just would apply it to something else--like volleyball season. (:
mmm yes, volleyball. love.
see, it's stange though--
i love everything about swimming besides the actual swimming part. naah, that's not really what i mean! i love the swimming part, but i love everything else about the whole experience just as much.
but in volleyball, i just love to play. it's kind of torture to me to sit on the bench and watch the rest of my team play. when i'm not on the court, i'm not having much fun. haha.
wacko lady! sheesh---
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