Where do I apply for olympic try-outs?
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Never too old
I have always loved the water and considered myself a really good swimmer. There was just one thing lacking - the crawl (freestyle). When I learned to swim in Germany, that stroke was not taught and over the years I've tried to teach myself. I am fortunate to report that I didn't drown trying. Never could get the breathing down. So when I saw a sign at my pool that said: "Do you want to perfect a stroke or refresh your skills?", I jumped at the opportunity. The very young man teaching the class is a saint. His face remained kind and interested when I approached him the first day of class. You see, he had seen me in the arthritis pool, but his demeanor betrayed no skepticism. First, I wanted to show him my two perfect strokes - the back stroke and the breast stroke. I needed to establish right away that he was not dealing with a novice. "Very nice!" he said and proceeded to gently point out some major errors. Heartbroken, I'm 65, you know, I proceeded to relearn those strokes until the saint was satisfied. Then came the BIG day. "Ready to learn the crawl?" the saint asked yesterday. With my heart beating wildly, I whispered, "Not sure." But the acoustics being what they are in a big pool, he understood "Yes, of course I am!!" So, long story short, I learned that elusive stroke yesterday, with breathing! So on Thursday, I'll dazzle the young swimming saint with absolute perfection. I can see it now. The crowd roaring, "There she goes! She has beaten her own time!"