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Swimsically Yours
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Swimsically Yours I’m a real believer in looking after myself. One of my favourite forms of exercise is swimming and most weeks I go swimming about three to four times a week. Other days I exercise in other ways. I’m often in the great outdoors, on some hill or other anything up to a couple of hundred miles away, and the great indoors is not to be looked over either. When it comes to swimming I’m really businesslike – 600 metres non-stop, alternating front crawl and breast stroke. A travelling childhood, along with my dad’s secretary being a swimmer in the infamous 1936 Olympics (yes, she swam for the Third Reich!) and giving free coaching, means I can swim pretty efficiently, which is satisfying. My local pool is uncrowded during the week and sometimes I have the whole of it to myself – all the ripples are mine and I feel like a millionaire! A bit like running, there is a point when my body is doing what it should be doing, like a well-oiled machine, more or less, and my mind enters the zone. In the blueness it’s free to think, and it thinks in a different way from when I’m writing, slower, almost meditative. So I usually have one idea that slowly surges back and forth through my consciousness. One idea really hit me. Maybe it was because I was swimming. Maybe because a number of women bloggers have written about this phenomenon that I’m spared from – emails from men. It’s always intrigued me that the male to female ratio on this site is at least ten to one, although reliable statistics are hard to come by, but it’s something like that. A-F-F don’t help matters by guaranteeing a guy on this site will get laid within three months, which is a pretty blatant and distasteful reduction of women on this site to commodities – I was hoping that western civilisation had moved on from that medieval mindset. But it almost certainly helps to create an unrealistic expectation among the mentally unreconstructed male, leading to some odd behaviours. But I digress. There I was, swimming along with just the blue and my imagination for company. All these men and relatively few women, a nice metaphor was all these sperm trying to reach the egg. Some sperm are simply rubbish swimmers, mutants with two tails that wrap around each other, or little or no tails at all. They don’t make it. Then there are those whose navigation skills are useless (and they don’t stop to ask directions!). They don’t make it. Or react badly the chemistry of the woman’s body fluids. They don’t make it either. In fact there’s a whole host of barriers and setbacks and something like two hundred million sperm are reduced to a tiny number, one of which will score the jackpot. This is the awesome power of natural selection in miniature. Then I thought of the many representatives of my gender here. Some don’t read the woman’s profile so they email someone who is clearly an inappropriate match. They don’t make it. Others don’t put much effort into their own profiles, so it’s a total mystery who they are. They don’t make it. Then there are those whose powers of self-expression – spelling, grammar, content – seem to be nothing short of cringeworthy. They don’t make it either. In fact there’s a whole host of barriers and setbacks, many not mentioned and many self-imposed, that change the odds pretty radically. Isn’t there a selection process at work here too? So there it was. My whimsical, swimsical thought for the day. I put my legs together for a moment, gave a little wiggle, and swam on! Oh, I was wearing trunks ….. Happy HNW!  |
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I enjoy swimming as well and usually my mind is a total blank when I swim as I keep track of the lap count. In fact, I find it a great way to relax my over-thinking brain. You, sir, clearly swim too far if you can think of all this! Rather smartly analyzed Warm...
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Very accurate metaphor. I love to swim too and since it is now too cold to swim in my own pool, I'm headed to the rec center's to do daily laps. Never ignore those who care for you you will have lost diamonds while you were collecting stones
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For some crazy reason I found myself singing Monty Python's "Every Sperm is Sacred" as I was reading this!!!  You have the analogy spot on Warm....there are very few men on this site who have the wherewithal to survive and win the coveted prize!  ~~Anais Nin~~
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need it soon
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Although is not the question of the post I do have to say I totally agree- the best of thoughts can come to you when in he zone, your body doing it's own thing without thinking. Thanks for sharing this one  From Alicia With Love XX Come and join me in Wonderland... Talk to me... Play with me... lead me astray.... [blog AliciaBlonde]
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I place great store on good grammar and spelling in profiles. For me, it shows someone is making en effort.
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