The swim coach was at the pool today. We ended up…racing is not the right word, not really. Keeping up with each other is more accurate. For about 200 meters. Maybe 300, in which case I swam further than I think I did, but I think it was 200. Anyway, he doesn’t do flip-turns, or he’d have totally left me in the dust, but as it was, we stayed neck and neck for the whole stretch. And he reached the end of his set right before I crapped out, which…
Tag: swimming
many small things
This is a post of small things, because I don’t seem to be able to keep my head together long enough to remember more than small things for very short periods of time. *God* I’ll be glad when the sun starts to come back, even if it’s perpetually cloudy here. I need to live somewhere where it is sunny but not *hot* all year round, and I have a very limited idea of what constitutes ‘hot’. One of the things I love about the Irish is that they say, “It’s…
critiques & swimming
So I’m working on critiques, which is by its nature slow-going. And I found myself thinking, “Man, I’m going to be here til I’m 35.” Then I realized I *am* thirty-five. DOOM! Or, er, something. :) I would like to point out some common swimming pool protocols to the people in my lane this morning: 1. If someone is obviously faster than you are, as I really very clearly am, do not start your next lap as I’m doing my flip turn. Wait five more seconds and follow me. 2.…
“Good marnin’, Alaska!”
I went swimming this morning, and was in a lane with a slowpoke, but he wasn’t getting in my way, so that was okay. The lane next to me only had one person in it, but another slowpoke got into my lane with the slowpoke and me. I got into the other lane, very grumpily, but then it turned out the guy in that lane could swim. And that in fact I had to sort of put some energy into it in order to not be lapped. And after a…
“You’ve got an Oirish face.”
I swam this morning. Now I’m all perky. That’s so annoying. :) Yer man the kids’ team coach asked me what club I’d swum with, because anybody who did “tomble tarns” (ie, flipturns) was probably a club swimmer. I said I’d swum in Alaska, where I was from, and he said, “Alaska? But yer parents are Oirish. Ye’ve got an Oirish face.” :) Okay, my plans today are mostly South Carolina Writers’ Workshop stuff. I need to: – work up a handout for the “developing your writer’s voice” class –…