Over the weekend I participated in my first Masters swim meet since 2002. It was the last official meet where the full body suit could be worn. Of course in my new line of vanity and outward reflection of my inner-self, I was more pumped about the fact the Blue Seventy suit was completely black. Slimming and contouring!
What the freak was I thinking… I felt like the bird man character on the trampoline in Cirque du Sloleil Mystere. Thank goodness there were some people rolling super done-lap syndrome on the pool deck. Ab cruncher could've gone along way if they had put a little advertising dollar at the Belmont Pool. Not to say I'm kicking it wash board style, cuz its pretty obvious that my fat path was possibly one philly cheese steak away from the ole belly button pointing toward the floor. However, if your going to rock it Commander Speedo (ala French Canadians on South Beach), keep the tool shed covered.
Even though Blue Seventy speed was great and all, in the end it's all going back to the original "less is better" type of swim wear 
-- leaning on the taper and shave. Oh crap! I will have to firm up the core if Las Vegas Masters expect me to roll with an old school paper suite (imagine stuffing 10 pounds of mashed potatoes into a 5 pound bag).
Man my wife is never going to go to another swim meet if I bust out the old size 24 paper... heck, I could get arrested for exposing humanity to the evils of stretch-marks and razor burn. Not a good visual.
-- leaning on the taper and shave. Oh crap! I will have to firm up the core if Las Vegas Masters expect me to roll with an old school paper suite (imagine stuffing 10 pounds of mashed potatoes into a 5 pound bag).Man my wife is never going to go to another swim meet if I bust out the old size 24 paper... heck, I could get arrested for exposing humanity to the evils of stretch-marks and razor burn. Not a good visual.
