I Don't Do Technique

Masters swimming today was quite difficult. They say swimming is about technique. Then I am in trouble. Prior to reinvention as a runner, I attempted to be reinvented as a bluegrass musician (eg the banjo). Bad idea. Runner was better idea. Now I am reinvented as a cyclist, which is quite successful. However, the next step to swimmer looks like it will work out as well as the musician. I did one recital in front of an audience with my banjo and it was gruesome. Thank God it is not on You Tube.

I wonder what I will tackle after swimming. I think philanderer is out of the question, so maybe philanthropist. Peace Corps volunteer has been thought about, but daughter beat me to that. I know someone who is licensed to remove those little signs that get put up all over, like the political ones, the roofing ones, the BARC ones, etc. I could try that....naah....he can have it. An intellectual sounds somewhat appealing or perhaps a hermit. A mountain man in Colorado could be a possibility.

My psychological profile when I was in my late teens was a "math/science teacher". My high school calculus teacher, who was an energetic nerd (eg my role model), retired this year, so I could step in his shoes as "Captain Calculus". He invented a board game called Zenn and his room was full of funky mathematical props and mobiles. Hence, when I started University, I was a math major, destined to be another energetic nerd like my hero, Mr Benander. But math major math seemed more like philosophy than problem solving, so I soon switched to chemical engineering. In this case I was emulating another hero, my brother in law (but don't tell him that, as an Ohio State alum and fan, he already has an overblown, misplaced ego).

I could get into cars, fixing Volvos like Colin Powell does in his spare time. But I am pathetic with a wrench. I might actually like writing, so perhaps I will move from athlete to writer. Again I can emulate my hero Jon, who got me into blogging in the first place. I will need a good spell checker however.

Dumped my Houston half bib tonight. How sucky is that. At least it went to a good BARC home.