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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While on travel, I was pointed to a wonderful local Community Center by a college friend who got me into swimming last year after running injuries had gotten me down. Two stories.
There at this very nice pool complex (Herdon CC in Northern VA), as I was stretching getting ready to jump in, one of the few people there at the time, a teen boy working out started chatting with a young woman about to get into the whirlpool overlooking the pool and diving well.
They chatted a bit, then suddenly he got out of the water, climbed on the blocks and executed a very good racing dive, BUT he wasn't wearing a racing suit, was wearing baggy board shorts and now clearly I could see the his bare bums showing. He dove under, managed to pull his shorts back up, complete the 50, and then he quickly exited, a bit redfaced.
Got going on my own workout with a 400y free to start and realized this was going to be a slow day of "slogging", then a 30+ year old couple jumped into the next lane in the midst of an 800 free for me, one nicely filling out a very tiny bikini and the guy with another one of those loose fitting board trunks.
I know, not really kosher to pick up pace just to pass a young fellow trying to impress a lady with his skills. Knew it was time to go an hour later when the bikini clad lady (with her lane partner departed) matched pace with me on my free cooldown, but doing a very smooth breaststroke. When I stopped, she stopped and just looked at me sort of blankly.
I just nodded, and got out - it was time to go! Happily married here and working on keeping it that way. Perhaps single guy in same position would have different ending to this story!
Cheers, Mark W4CHL
While on travel, I was pointed to a wonderful local Community Center by a college friend who got me into swimming last year after running injuries had gotten me down. Two stories.
There at this very nice pool complex (Herdon CC in Northern VA), as I was stretching getting ready to jump in, one of the few people there at the time, a teen boy working out started chatting with a young woman about to get into the whirlpool overlooking the pool and diving well.
They chatted a bit, then suddenly he got out of the water, climbed on the blocks and executed a very good racing dive, BUT he wasn't wearing a racing suit, was wearing baggy board shorts and now clearly I could see the his bare bums showing. He dove under, managed to pull his shorts back up, complete the 50, and then he quickly exited, a bit redfaced.
Got going on my own workout with a 400y free to start and realized this was going to be a slow day of "slogging", then a 30+ year old couple jumped into the next lane in the midst of an 800 free for me, one nicely filling out a very tiny bikini and the guy with another one of those loose fitting board trunks.
I know, not really kosher to pick up pace just to pass a young fellow trying to impress a lady with his skills. Knew it was time to go an hour later when the bikini clad lady (with her lane partner departed) matched pace with me on my free cooldown, but doing a very smooth breaststroke. When I stopped, she stopped and just looked at me sort of blankly.
I just nodded, and got out - it was time to go! Happily married here and working on keeping it that way. Perhaps single guy in same position would have different ending to this story!
Cheers, Mark W4CHL
