Once More Unto the Breach!

A blog of a man's return to competitive swimming after a thirty five year absence

Thursday, November 27, 2008

No Promises, But One Last Word about These New Suits

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The controversy over the new technosuits doesn’t seem to be going away. If anything the debate is starting to build up to a fevered pitch. ...
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Friday, November 21, 2008

Alexander and I

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Several days ago I watched a girl three years old or so literally running circles around a mother who pushed a baby carriage ahead of her, t...
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Friday, November 14, 2008

Self-Coaching

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There are some people who are meant to coach. My maternal grandfather, for instance, always wanted to manage a baseball team. He was one of ...
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Thursday, November 06, 2008

Right Back At You: My Favorite Swimming Blogs

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Okay, I’ll admit it – I walk a different path from the average individual. My recent efforts in the pool should be proof enough of my eccent...
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Dara Torres Struts Her Stuff

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A short clip from the Tonight Show with Jay Leno where 41 year old Dara Torres shows off what nearly won her first individual gold medal at ...
Friday, October 31, 2008

Vote for Skin

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Troubling times. There are so many events happening right now demanding our attention; truly important issues which involve millions of live...
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Saturday, October 25, 2008

A Sporting Icon: The Great Arthur Lydiard

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This blog tosses about ‘great’ a lot when referring to today's elite swimmers. Yet the word is never used casually. It is chosen with ne...
Sunday, October 19, 2008

Making Time

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A reader asked how I managed to squeeze all this swimming into my life. The short answer is not very well. The problem is the same we all f...
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I know for someone who’s had a broken back I’ve been very lucky but in August, 2004, having not worked out for at least a couple of years and packing on several additional kilos of flab, my continued neglect finally caught up with a vengeance. My back gave out. Three months bed rest and a further six months forced to work on my stomach gave a lesson not to be forgotten. Even then months more therapy, yoga, and light exercise (and two further relapses) were necessary before I reached the point where I could start regular physical workouts. By January, 2006 I was ready for light weights, a couple of kilometers jog trussed up like a turkey, more yoga and, of course, a weekly session of swimming. Now, as the result of my local pool closing for five weeks, I’ve joined a masters swimming club. While I first only sought to learn proper butterfly and to master the new backstroke turn it’s developed into a six year challenge to see just how far I can go in today’s world of competitive swimming (well…the not-so-very-competitive world of masters swimming). If you’re interested follow along.
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