not. this totally isnt aaron. it could be in 40 years... if he had a race change.and grew a foot or two. and maybe gained 100 pounds or so.
But you get the idea
anywho, aaron is the devil. i mean a very nice man. he teaches me how to swim.
he is SO nice that this morning i wanted to push him into the pool. i would have too if it wouldnt have taken so much effort to get out of the pool just to push him in.
dont get me wrong, i really do kind of like the man. he just makes me do really hard things that i dont want particularly want to do.
he stands on the edge of the pool looking down at me with those crazy swimmer eyes in the early hours of the morning telling me i better not be breathing like im in the movie the exorcist (or maybe that i should be breathing that way... i dont remember) he even made some crack about throwing up pea soup. and his favorite phrase is "6 kicks and turn. 6 kicks and turn". do you know how long 6 kicks takes when you cant breathe? too long. i came to the conclusion that i much breathe on each side if im doing 6 dang kicks. its the only way its going to work. when i get back to the wall he so kindly tells me i better find myself a breathing pattern cause that just aint gonna work. i tell him he better shut it. i dont really tell him that. i tell him im probably going to die. he doesnt believe me. he then informs me that if i drown its my own fault. he's just really nice that way.
this morning after our usual exchange of words he told me to do 50m of the '6 kicks and turn'. so i did it. he then informs me that he missed it because he was putting up the lane line. so i do it again. this time he praises me abilities (they're improving). but then he says i have to do 5 more of those, but without the '6 kicks and turn' mantra. apparently im supposed to do what feels right. i kicked my little (chubby) legs as good as i could and only did my breathing on the left when i got to my side. it worked out pretty well until i started inhaling water. i thought my time had come but im a strong girl so i kept going. and it took me way way longer than it should have. (not to mention the little break i had to take to put my gogs back together after they fell apart)
each time i got back to his side his cutie pregnant little wife/lifeguard was laughing and he said "good. now do it again. only (insert number) more" i wanted to punch him right in the knees but i refrained. "only two more" was what really got me. but i pressed on i only had one more when i found the true beauty of aaron. are you ready for this?
swim coach = aaron = chemistry major
he is SO nice that this morning i wanted to push him into the pool. i would have too if it wouldnt have taken so much effort to get out of the pool just to push him in.
dont get me wrong, i really do kind of like the man. he just makes me do really hard things that i dont want particularly want to do.
he stands on the edge of the pool looking down at me with those crazy swimmer eyes in the early hours of the morning telling me i better not be breathing like im in the movie the exorcist (or maybe that i should be breathing that way... i dont remember) he even made some crack about throwing up pea soup. and his favorite phrase is "6 kicks and turn. 6 kicks and turn". do you know how long 6 kicks takes when you cant breathe? too long. i came to the conclusion that i much breathe on each side if im doing 6 dang kicks. its the only way its going to work. when i get back to the wall he so kindly tells me i better find myself a breathing pattern cause that just aint gonna work. i tell him he better shut it. i dont really tell him that. i tell him im probably going to die. he doesnt believe me. he then informs me that if i drown its my own fault. he's just really nice that way.
this morning after our usual exchange of words he told me to do 50m of the '6 kicks and turn'. so i did it. he then informs me that he missed it because he was putting up the lane line. so i do it again. this time he praises me abilities (they're improving). but then he says i have to do 5 more of those, but without the '6 kicks and turn' mantra. apparently im supposed to do what feels right. i kicked my little (chubby) legs as good as i could and only did my breathing on the left when i got to my side. it worked out pretty well until i started inhaling water. i thought my time had come but im a strong girl so i kept going. and it took me way way longer than it should have. (not to mention the little break i had to take to put my gogs back together after they fell apart)
each time i got back to his side his cutie pregnant little wife/lifeguard was laughing and he said "good. now do it again. only (insert number) more" i wanted to punch him right in the knees but i refrained. "only two more" was what really got me. but i pressed on i only had one more when i found the true beauty of aaron. are you ready for this?
swim coach = aaron = chemistry major
like, woah! we discussed chemistry while i caught my breath and prepared for the next 50m and i came to the conclussion that he could totally teach me swimming and tutor me in chemistry at the same time. it just works out so well.
i was so excited that i did the whole last lap without stopping. woah.
i knew i liked him.
i was so excited that i did the whole last lap without stopping. woah.
i knew i liked him.
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Woah, Lauren! I am VERY proud of you. Keep up the good work or should I say early morning swimming. Think of the results!
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