I was surfing the web for my swimming class to find a couple of articles on swimming, when I came across an anecdote that was so funny I almost died laughing:
I teach group and private swim lessons at our local Y and am constantly amazed and entertained by the comments from the kids. Last year, little Ben, 5 years old, was swimming backstroke, eyes to the ceiling, goggles bigger than his head, blonde hair falling in his face. I'm watching from the side, signaling to kick and streamline. All of a sudden he yells out "Miss Barbara!""What Ben?" I reply, still making kicking motions with my arms. And loudly comes this little voice echoing throughout the pool "I want to eat you like a strawberry!". I thought the lifeguards were going to fall out of their chairs. What could I say? "Keep kicking Ben, just keep kicking!"
I didn't use this for my class (it's not copyrighted by the way, and it's not my personal story), but it made me realize that there's got to be a lot more swimming humour out there.
(Of course I could mention the time where I smashed my head twice in one lap swimming backstroke. They moved the backstroke flags!)
I'm interested to hear more...
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Once, while swimming in a BC championships with my former club (in a different city), one of our older swimmers decided that he would indeed swim the 1500 that he had entered after all. We all cheered for him each lap, his lap counter was our coach, earnestly exhorting him onward. In his enthusiasm, our coach miscounted, signalling the final 75metres (sc) too early... sure enough, a sprint ensued with a splashy touch at the end. No, the timers shook their heads, you've got two laps left! Well, a profanity rung out from our very proper British retired school teacher and off he went for 50m more...and split faster (by quite a bit) than he had for his first final 50. Much hilarity ensued, but for some reason our coach made himself scarce...
Once, while swimming in a BC championships with my former club (in a different city), one of our older swimmers decided that he would indeed swim the 1500 that he had entered after all. We all cheered for him each lap, his lap counter was our coach, earnestly exhorting him onward. In his enthusiasm, our coach miscounted, signalling the final 75metres (sc) too early... sure enough, a sprint ensued with a splashy touch at the end. No, the timers shook their heads, you've got two laps left! Well, a profanity rung out from our very proper British retired school teacher and off he went for 50m more...and split faster (by quite a bit) than he had for his first final 50. Much hilarity ensued, but for some reason our coach made himself scarce...
