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.
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Girls, girls! (Women, women?)
There's room for you all!
The younger one to play video games with me, the older one to give me my bath and help me into my Speedo, and the two together--wielding unguents--to annoint my tired and flagging muscles, administer my various pharmaceutical agents, and bring me back to sort-of-life!
When it comes to manservants, a guy like me can never have too many! I can actually see the two of you swimming right next to me, like healthy dolphins helping their sick and weak elder keep his blowhole above the surface, even as Gary Hall, Jr.--channeling the spirit of grandpa Charles "Lincoln Savings and Loan Scandal" Keating--barks "faster, faster!" in the subtropical background.
Ah--there must be a flock of parrots, too, cackling beneathe a cerulean sky!
This is truly going to be great...
...and you'll need a "quintessential" English butler...I'm cheap...
Girls, girls! (Women, women?)
There's room for you all!
The younger one to play video games with me, the older one to give me my bath and help me into my Speedo, and the two together--wielding unguents--to annoint my tired and flagging muscles, administer my various pharmaceutical agents, and bring me back to sort-of-life!
When it comes to manservants, a guy like me can never have too many! I can actually see the two of you swimming right next to me, like healthy dolphins helping their sick and weak elder keep his blowhole above the surface, even as Gary Hall, Jr.--channeling the spirit of grandpa Charles "Lincoln Savings and Loan Scandal" Keating--barks "faster, faster!" in the subtropical background.
Ah--there must be a flock of parrots, too, cackling beneathe a cerulean sky!
This is truly going to be great...
...and you'll need a "quintessential" English butler...I'm cheap...
