Over
the past year, my swimmers have given me delicious treats in nearly every
category of cuisine: cookies, cupcakes, cakes, banana/cucumber bread, brownies,
chocolate bars, sour patch kids and almost every other kind of candy, Asian
pears, candied apples, fudge, tiramisu, dumplings, siopao, and even baked goods
whose names I don’t know or won’t even try to pronounce. I like to think I am
given these items because they love and respect me, but that is simply not true
(maybe). Food just makes me happier. Ergo I know they think that when they give
me food I will be more lenient since I am happier. Oh yes, I have also received
jam. The most recent, blackberry jam from Knottsberry Farm. So delectable. Anyways,
my workouts don’t depend on my mood, regardless of what they think; they’re all
planned out in advance. However certain, special kinds of bribes have worked in
getting me to change practice from time to time. Since my swimmers are not yet
clever enough to figure out just which ones win me over, here’s a few of my
favorite.
Pumpkin
chocolate chip cookies. My love for these heavenly creations go beyond any
mortal state of existence. I’m not a huge fan of pumpkin, nor regular chocolate
chips. But the flavor of milk chocolate circulated around a mild spice of
pumpkin ignites a flavor so overwhelming California as a whole would be burnt
to a crisp in seconds if this flavor were but a small camping fire. I have
received these cookies, home-made which easily excels over store bought any hour
of any day, and each time my swimmers have succeeded in convincing me to play a
game as opposed to continue with the last set of practice. The problem was not
lack of quality, but lack of quantity.
Candied
apples. Believe it or not I had never had one until I started coaching, and
even then only about a year ago. Though my appetite for them is lower than the
above specimen, caramel with dark chocolate (the supreme leader of all
chocolates) flakes and mini-m&ms is a tough combination to beat. I hate
cutting the giant creations though. I mean, why even put them on a stick? That’s
just stupid. On all three occasions of these heavenly rations rewarded to me, games
were implemented into my planning process for the last practice of the week.
Cheesecake.
Any kind. This master among desserts has been my favorite since I could crawl
towards my yellow triangles that refused to fit into the perforated circles on
that giant wood crate thing. As I grew older, cheesecake continued to grow
fonder in my stomach. I mean Heart. Though nothing can beat my obsession with
pancakes, cheesecake comes close. It’s like watching Lord of the Rings then
switching to Harry Potter. Pleasing, but far from the degree of excellence in
the first instance. Thankfully, and yes, I say thankfully for a reason, my
swimmers have yet to discover my love for cheesecake. If they knew, we would be
playing more sharks and minnows than breathing.
My
love for food is truly abnormal. But wholly beneficial of course. It serves a
purpose of more than simply satisfying my wild beast of a stomach; it fills me
with a sense of accomplishment, which is greater than satisfaction. My swimmers
know how to win me over. They bring bribery in forms of nothing else besides
food. Though they explicitly bribe me into getting what they want, I implicitly
bribe them into getting me my wants. And of course, since they think they’re
the ones with the upper hand, my subtle requests are fulfilled over time. Funny
how bribery is a two way connection, almost like the one between my swimmers and me.