A quick question for the knowledgeable readers out there. This NYT magazine called Play recently contacted me about writing a piece for a section they call "Master Class" -- they want me to go someplace warm and get some swimming instruction of some sort.
I know that USMS used to have some kind of program where masters swimmers could apply to go out to Colorado Springs for intensive coaching, stroke analysis in the ICAR flume, etc. Is this still going on, do any of you know, and would it be possible to just do a "lite" version of this (a day or two; bypass the application process; not actually need to be an elite swimmer; etc.)
The other possibilities would be one of Terry's TI camps (though, God help me, front quadrant swimming really hurts my shoulders, and I feel this dog is just too old to learn that particular new trick).
Or--and this might be my favorite of all--didn't Gary Hall, Jr. start some sort of Sprint Club training camp down in Key West or the Bahamas or some similar place that would prove the perfect antidote to Pittsburgh this time of the year, especially if I don't have to pay for it?
Please let me know the details of any such possibiities--the editor did specify he'd prefer me to go someplace "warm and outdoors-y." Which makes two of us.
Thanks a million! I will see if I can get the Gray Lady to pay for you to come, too. Do you mind serving as my manservant? The only hard part is giving me a bath at night. It can be hard to tear me away from the TV or video games.
BTW, I took a little sabbatical from posting cause work got busy for a while, but I just sent in my column to Field & Stream, and there might be a bit of quiet before the storm.
This is a totally unrelated point, but I may have discovered last night something very close to bliss on earth: a 6,000 yard practice followed by an Ambien chaser. Some amnesia, yes; but until Morpheus tugged me underground, I must say it was awfully relaxing.
Thanks a million! I will see if I can get the Gray Lady to pay for you to come, too. Do you mind serving as my manservant? The only hard part is giving me a bath at night. It can be hard to tear me away from the TV or video games.
BTW, I took a little sabbatical from posting cause work got busy for a while, but I just sent in my column to Field & Stream, and there might be a bit of quiet before the storm.
This is a totally unrelated point, but I may have discovered last night something very close to bliss on earth: a 6,000 yard practice followed by an Ambien chaser. Some amnesia, yes; but until Morpheus tugged me underground, I must say it was awfully relaxing.