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...
It must have happened in the '80's. I was swimming a 200y Fly at a Masters meet. You know how sometimes your body knows when it's gone the correct distance? I got to the 150, finished with a strong two-hand touch and my body said, "That's it!" My friend, Steve, who was timing leaned over and said, "Uh, ***, did you forget something?" I looked as others in my heat were turning. . .swore and got out. My body felt, you know, done.
Later in the meet I had to swim the 50y fly. There were about six guys at the other end holding up a counter displaying "1" and yelled at me when I turned at the 25. I laughed all the way to the finish. Occasionally they still do that to me. No PB's that day!
It must have happened in the '80's. I was swimming a 200y Fly at a Masters meet. You know how sometimes your body knows when it's gone the correct distance? I got to the 150, finished with a strong two-hand touch and my body said, "That's it!" My friend, Steve, who was timing leaned over and said, "Uh, ***, did you forget something?" I looked as others in my heat were turning. . .swore and got out. My body felt, you know, done.
Later in the meet I had to swim the 50y fly. There were about six guys at the other end holding up a counter displaying "1" and yelled at me when I turned at the 25. I laughed all the way to the finish. Occasionally they still do that to me. No PB's that day!
