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.
I am ashamed that the prospect of serving as my manservants has not blasted all other thoughts from the heads of comely forum readers.
God knows I have tried.
I should have known.
I offered myself up to be doted upon by top Israeli and Palestinian pageant contestants, not too mention those wee colleens in Northern Ireland with their kelly green and bright orange bikinis, respectively. I have even put out feelers to the Sunnis and the Shiite babes in their Fastskin burkas.
Alas, no manner of personal sacrifice seems to do any good at all. I remain a doddering old fool with no one to help me win a Nobel Peace Prize, or, for that matter, give me a decent bath. If it weren't for last night's 6000 yards in heavily chlorinated water, I would surely be as physically filthy and pestilence-ridden as my mind.
Oh, the humanity!
I am ashamed that the prospect of serving as my manservants has not blasted all other thoughts from the heads of comely forum readers.
God knows I have tried.
I should have known.
I offered myself up to be doted upon by top Israeli and Palestinian pageant contestants, not too mention those wee colleens in Northern Ireland with their kelly green and bright orange bikinis, respectively. I have even put out feelers to the Sunnis and the Shiite babes in their Fastskin burkas.
Alas, no manner of personal sacrifice seems to do any good at all. I remain a doddering old fool with no one to help me win a Nobel Peace Prize, or, for that matter, give me a decent bath. If it weren't for last night's 6000 yards in heavily chlorinated water, I would surely be as physically filthy and pestilence-ridden as my mind.
Oh, the humanity!
