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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this happened to me last summer...
My daughter (age 13) and I were coming back from a 3 day out of town soccer tournament (hers). Our car's air conditioning packed it in on the congested freeway, and of course it was a bazillion degrees hot. We decide to stop in Vancouver, BC (we live a ferry ride and an hour's drive from there...) and swim at the outdoor longcourse pool at the university. She goes off to the dive towers, and of course I head to the length lanes.
There are 4 lanes open for lengths, with one lanemarker dividing "slow" from "fast" swimmers. I'm in the fastest lane, and feeling pretty proud of myself as my hometown only has a piddly little 20 metre pool. There's only one swimmer who's faster than me.
Suddenly, as I complete a 200, the lifeguard taps my shoulder and tells me (politely) to move over a couple lanes - to the SLOW side! Now I'm miffed (and really, I'm not a speed snob, or all that fast) as I KNOW I'm one of the fastest, and am not interfering with the faster swimmer. I mean, I know lane etiquette!
So off I go to the slow lane, along with the faster swimmer. He's piqued, too. I swim a couple lengths, my face red with indignation. People are in my way, so I slow down and figure I'll do some long slow distance. I finish a 500 and look over to the fast lanes. And who is using them?...
The Canadian men's team...
No longer was I indignant! the lifeguard was right. I no longer qualified for those lanes!
this happened to me last summer...
My daughter (age 13) and I were coming back from a 3 day out of town soccer tournament (hers). Our car's air conditioning packed it in on the congested freeway, and of course it was a bazillion degrees hot. We decide to stop in Vancouver, BC (we live a ferry ride and an hour's drive from there...) and swim at the outdoor longcourse pool at the university. She goes off to the dive towers, and of course I head to the length lanes.
There are 4 lanes open for lengths, with one lanemarker dividing "slow" from "fast" swimmers. I'm in the fastest lane, and feeling pretty proud of myself as my hometown only has a piddly little 20 metre pool. There's only one swimmer who's faster than me.
Suddenly, as I complete a 200, the lifeguard taps my shoulder and tells me (politely) to move over a couple lanes - to the SLOW side! Now I'm miffed (and really, I'm not a speed snob, or all that fast) as I KNOW I'm one of the fastest, and am not interfering with the faster swimmer. I mean, I know lane etiquette!
So off I go to the slow lane, along with the faster swimmer. He's piqued, too. I swim a couple lengths, my face red with indignation. People are in my way, so I slow down and figure I'll do some long slow distance. I finish a 500 and look over to the fast lanes. And who is using them?...
The Canadian men's team...
No longer was I indignant! the lifeguard was right. I no longer qualified for those lanes!
