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.
First I need to write Fort's future ....
Fort tries to mend the broken/burned/nuked bridge between her and Geek again and is unsuccessful, using her anger she goes to the pool and is able to swim completely pain free for thousands of yards. She is able to swim fly endlessly with perfect form and great speed. Her backstroke is fantastic, too. She wins a huge case and takes the money and meets her favorite baby sister at Allan's breaststroke camp in Hawaii where they both learn to breaststroke at a respectable speed - just fast enough to beat Rich.
Fort returns home to find the rude hormonal one no longer rude or hormonal. Her baby has given up her love of soccer and taken on swimming, her prefrence being fly of course. Her kids become completly self-suficient allowing her to sleep in rather than drive them to early am practice and they tell her to swim her own meets rather then hang out at theirs ...
Not bad! Money, world travel, no hormones. Fortunately, the rude hormonal one quit travel soccer starting this fall. So I'm currently off the hook! I'm going to write my own alternative future:
Fortress is appointed dictator of USMS swimming. Shocking everyone, she doesn't eliminate breaststroke or butterfrog because some of the odd folks swiming those strokes are actually her friends. Instead, she enforces a rigid night owl schedule for all swim meets and swim practices to accomodate people who hate early mornings or have insomnia. She and the rude hormonal one live in peace because the early morning drives are eliminated. Fortress wins a huge slander case suing an unnamed plaintiff. With the proceeds, she sends her husband to medical school and he becomes an orthopod. He cures all SR and NSR posters who like Fortress of all injuries for life. Everyone flies to the Honduras and swims endless fly in an endless pool with Islandsox and Barra. Everyone gets drunk afterward on Monkey La-Las and they all start claiming race handicaps. FlyQueen leads the dance on the bar. After the gaiety, Ande's blog becomes so overclogged with happy posters that he stops weighing himself daily and starts drinking wine again. He crushes good and evil smith and becomes the next dictator of USMS Swimming to be succeeded by FlyQueen when she ages up a bit.
Poolraat:
I'll get to you next, I have to walk out the door right now. Aren't you one of the ones whose shoulder woes are permanently cured living the high life down in the Honduras? You could also write your own just like I did.
Thanks, Fortress. Appreciate it! and of course, any and everyone is welcome. BUT the Keys are way too laid back to have this forum's sort of bickering going on down here! Gary and I did go spearfishing yesterday, and we had plenty of lobster for dinner last night- the butter was flowing!
Thanks, Fortress. Appreciate it! and of course, any and everyone is welcome. BUT the Keys are way too laid back to have this forum's sort of bickering going on down here! Gary and I did go spearfishing yesterday, and we had plenty of lobster for dinner last night- the butter was flowing!
Bebe...Well zinged!
You're a natural for this forum. ;)
That really was quite good hehe
Rob I do agree that this wen off topic but...
My only though on this thread is that the OP was implicitly invovled in leading the thread off of th path and into the woods. (no I'm not citicising JT...just saying).
It started to go a bit confrontational but cooler heads prevailed and got it back in line...at least--back on topic was a little longer in coming.
Perhaps we need a generic "Friday goof off" thread each week to cut loose on, you could close it on Saturday morning and that would be that?
My demi-tease for you was b/c you "cruised past in the old black and white" just after things settled down and I was hoping to show that good faith had returned to the thread--if not decorum.
I'd hate to think this is a case of a "bad" thread. I think I've seen nastier serious swim related threads.
Hope you take this post as just my observation and not "arguing" it's just hard to see how we are all wrong for having a laugh especially when the OP seemed to be revelling in the humour.
Best
Rich
PS Yes I know I am one of the worst offenders for silly...but I'm quite lovable really...and I've been good about not disrupting sensible threads.
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."
Yes I know I am one of the worst offenders for silly...but I'm quite lovable really...and I've been good about not disrupting sensible threads.
Loveable? Nah, you're right. If only you would learn the "crawl" better or go to the OW. Maybe a swim camp?
www.joshdavis.com
(just as an alternative to the race club since you're not a sprinter like Jim or Fort or Ande or FlyQueen)
Fat free yogurt in the fridge ...
lovable like my pet dog perhaps....LOL!!:rofl:
Thanks for the info about your brothers Swim Camp with the Race Club Samson (Its Maria right?). That camp sounds really awesome!....and such a wonderful setting for something like that! I wish I could go...and maybe I will some day when I save up enough funds.
Newmastersswimmer
Goodness me. I go to class and the world explodes.
It seems like if you wanted to get away from yucky PA weather that going to Colorado Springs kinda defeats the purpose. Unfortunately I don't know much about any swim camps, but Key West sounds pretty good to me. I saw the Real World...looks like my kind of place. ;)
(and because I too am guilty of the silly I have to add this....I love that I become a prolific poet in the future. Maybe I can get a Nobel prize and snag myself a hottie too.
Chocolate cake in the fridge...)