The ‘Agora’ was the meeting ground for citizens in Ancient Greece. In modern day equivalent for Abbotsleigh Swimming Club is the ‘seating’ overlooking the pool.
Today it was the ‘seating’ overlooking Knox pool. And there the good citizens of Abbotsleigh set about their ancient rituals of warm up, marshall, race, debrief, swim down, eat, gossip, play with the iPad, nearly miss out on their next event, etc, etc. All this under the watchful eyes of their elder bag carriers, caterers and financiers.
Whilst the juniors swam, the seniors chatted. Carneades has a new kitten and Nichomedes is expecting a baby. Myia’s daughter has lost her cossie and cap (but not to worry they didn’t fit anyway so a visit to the clothier is due). Phidias has a new job, Nicomedes is baking lamb for dinner, and Isaeus has found a quiet spot to operate his electronic abacus.
And Maximus God of All Swimming was smiling. PBs were swum. State times were achieved. DQs were ignored. Sausages were sizzled. Nobody spent $15 on car parking. All thanks to the almighty Titans of Knox Pymble. Let’s do it all again same time, same place next week at the SMNE Distance Meet!