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.
...top of the day officer Copeland!
Is that baiting?
You're really going to eat white boiled rice? Does Matt approve of that? Is there any nutritional value in it?
I have left over chicken cacciatore in the fridge. My son implied it was like cow dung. (He still doesn't like cooked veggies much.) I took that a direct personal attack. So I didn't let him IM on the puter the rest of the night. Such a terrible waste of one's time. :rofl:
Raspberries in the fridge.
...top of the day officer Copeland!
Is that baiting?
You're really going to eat white boiled rice? Does Matt approve of that? Is there any nutritional value in it?
I have left over chicken cacciatore in the fridge. My son implied it was like cow dung. (He still doesn't like cooked veggies much.) I took that a direct personal attack. So I didn't let him IM on the puter the rest of the night. Such a terrible waste of one's time. :rofl:
Raspberries in the fridge.
