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.
Fort, I meant your version of the future better than Peter's ... in yours I marry a rich, hot, doctor. Okay, I added the rich & hot part ... Peter's I just am sad ... I don't want to be sad ...
And I second the big back and flat chest thing ... *sigh* ... makes us faster in the water.
I have no life ... I don't sleep, I just wait for someone to post on the boards ... sit and wait all night long hoping for some activity ...
I did sort of like my prognostication for you better than Peter's -- although he takes the purple prose cake for sure.
Here's a different version:
Instead of marrying an orthopod, FlyQueen wins the lottery, quits her job and carries on flirting with Texans without a bossy man to hinder or lecture her. Being rich, she spends all her time swimming, sleeping, posting, getting massages, perfecting her technique, and attending exotic clinics in warm climes with her own manservants, butler and bartender. She is so ridiculously happy that Peter can no longer get her goat. Her SPL and SDK become so good that she takes her private jet to Nats in Austin and dusts her secret nemesis and everyone else in the fly events. Bork looks on enviously, but proudly. Kyra writes a joyous poem after dancing on tables while borrowing FlyQueen's bartender. Rich steals the rest of her money and, having put his wife in a taxi, goes to hundreds of breaststroke clinics and is so busy he doesn't get to 10,000 posts. FlyQueen doesn't care about the loss of money because she is now famous, and is hired by GoSwim and Swim Smooth to produce fly videos. They are all bestsellers. She goes on to have a completely and utterly injury-free masters swimming career without doing any RC exercises whatsoever. Islandsox, in reverential tones, begins to refer to her as the "Val Machine II."
Fort, I meant your version of the future better than Peter's ... in yours I marry a rich, hot, doctor. Okay, I added the rich & hot part ... Peter's I just am sad ... I don't want to be sad ...
And I second the big back and flat chest thing ... *sigh* ... makes us faster in the water.
I have no life ... I don't sleep, I just wait for someone to post on the boards ... sit and wait all night long hoping for some activity ...
I did sort of like my prognostication for you better than Peter's -- although he takes the purple prose cake for sure.
Here's a different version:
Instead of marrying an orthopod, FlyQueen wins the lottery, quits her job and carries on flirting with Texans without a bossy man to hinder or lecture her. Being rich, she spends all her time swimming, sleeping, posting, getting massages, perfecting her technique, and attending exotic clinics in warm climes with her own manservants, butler and bartender. She is so ridiculously happy that Peter can no longer get her goat. Her SPL and SDK become so good that she takes her private jet to Nats in Austin and dusts her secret nemesis and everyone else in the fly events. Bork looks on enviously, but proudly. Kyra writes a joyous poem after dancing on tables while borrowing FlyQueen's bartender. Rich steals the rest of her money and, having put his wife in a taxi, goes to hundreds of breaststroke clinics and is so busy he doesn't get to 10,000 posts. FlyQueen doesn't care about the loss of money because she is now famous, and is hired by GoSwim and Swim Smooth to produce fly videos. They are all bestsellers. She goes on to have a completely and utterly injury-free masters swimming career without doing any RC exercises whatsoever. Islandsox, in reverential tones, begins to refer to her as the "Val Machine II."
