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3200 yards

The pandemic has had one sort-of positive benefit for me in that I was able to start swimming again in the past months. My sense is that this is relatively safe since the virus is unlikely to survive in a sanitized pool. I avoid the locker room or showers and don’t change out of my wet bathing suit until I get home. I may freeze my hind-end off in the coming months as the temperatures continue to drop.

I swam 3200 yards yesterday. That’s 1.8 miles and it took me 77 minutes to do this, for an overall pace of 2:24 minutes per 100 yards. The total time includes all the kicks and pulls and slower strokes (breaststroke and backstroke), plus any rests. My 500-yard freestyle warm-up was 10:33 minutes — a 2:06 per 100-yard pace.

What do all these numbers mean? It means that I’m glacially slow compared to top swimmers in my age group. But I’ve gotten faster. When I started swimming earlier this year, my 500-freestyle was a little under 12 minutes. So I’ve dropped almost 1:30 min off that time. This is great, but I’ve still a long road ahead of me if I want to do any competitions.

You see, one of my transition goals is to start Master’s swimming — once this COVID-stuff is over. Unfortunately, we have no program here, so I will need to drive to the next closest pool (an hour away) to get coaching and group practices. And I may need to meet some time requirements to join this coached group. But I will need coaching to get faster—a bit of chicken and egg situation.

In the meantime, I will continue to work on stroke improvement and bringing down my times as long as our pool remains open. This means lots more pulls and kicks. And YouTube videos. This all seemed easier 40 years ago when I had someone assigning practices and watching my stokes. But I feel like I want the improvement more now than I did back then.

Wanting this is a big deal. There’s a lot to be said about personal intention in netting gains at anything.

Re-defining open

Our community recreation center recently re-opened on a limited basis. Classrooms are off-limits, as are the showers and dressing areas. But the cardio areas and lap pool are available, by reservation. Meaning that you need to call ahead and reserve a lane or piece of equipment. You get temperature checked as you walk-in and need to wear a mask at all times, except when you are in the water. Four swimmers are allowed in the pool at a time, in every other lane. You come dressed to swim and leave in a wet bathing suit. I now understand what wearing a diaper feels like.

There are more lifeguards on deck than there are swimmers at this point. Lots of repeated disinfecting of things that no one really touches, like ladders and bleachers. Given the level of attention given to these tasks, I’m pretty certain that coronavirus is not in the building. But one can’t be too cautious with this novel virus. There’s so much that we don’t know about it, and it’s best to side on the more disinfected end of the spectrum.

I swam twice last week, on Thursday and Friday. This was the first time since mid-February. I definitely could feel that I hadn’t been in the pool for a while. I did 2000 yds on Thursday and 1900 yds on Friday, which isn’t too awful given the long break from the pool. The events that I’m planning to swim are a long way off (now 2021), but I have a long way to go to be more competitive. Being permitted to swim now will help in the long run. But the extra training time won’t be worth it if I end up sick.

I’m now wondering if anyone should be using the pool at this point in time. Yes, the state has allowed recreation centers and gyms to open, with stringent restrictions on capacity. But, really, does anyone fully understand the implications of doing this? We live in an area that has seen fewer cases relative to the number of people living here. That is changing as the virus continues to spread in more rural areas. Our state is one of the few with an uptick in cases recently. It would be good to know if this is due to the recent re-opening of a variety of businesses and facilities.

For now, I will likely continue to swim. This really is an ideal time for a lap swimmer, with reserved lanes and times. There is no crush of swimmers in shared lanes. There aren’t any kids yelling and jumping off the diving boards. But such restricted use of a community facility seems such a waste. There are only a few other recreators in the whole place — is it worth the expense to be open for such limited use?

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Some of my realities in the time of COVID-19

Confession: I put on dressy clothes and makeup to get the oil changed in the car yesterday. Having this as the highlight for my week is where I am at right now.

COVID-19 reality is settling in as we continue to adjust our plans for this summer and fall in response to the pandemic. My spouse, oldest son, and I are doing the safer-at-home thing here together. Our son has not yet flown the nest and works part-time from this house. I also continue to work from home. I greatly appreciate that I’m able to telework and am still being paid. I must admit, however, that it is difficult to maintain focus at times. I spend more time than I should on painstaking details. Still, I can work on my projects without a lot of distractions since I have few places to go to these days.

Our main daily concern is what we will have for dinner — or what I plan to cook. This nightly meal seems to be holding us together, and I’m getting more adventurous in my efforts. They don’t realize it, but I’m slowly turning us into vegetarians as we use up the remaining fish and meats in the freezer. I read about the conditions in slaughterhouses for workers and animals and am having a harder time stomaching meat-based protein. I feel guilty for subjecting other beings to all that suffering. I was vegetarian before the boys were born, and it seems a good time to shift back to that.


As far as our fun events planned for this summer, everything, save for one charity ride, has been called off. I suspect that this ride, scheduled for the end of August, will eventually be canceled, as well. I’m hoping that things will improve enough that it might go on. It’s one of my favorites — an all-women event with mimosas at the end. The reality is that bringing several hundred or so cyclists into a small area to start a ride, and then rejoining them to drink at the end, isn’t a smart thing to do during a viral pandemic. So I’m not holding my breath on this one surviving.

I keep thinking that this HAS to end soon. But I suspect that we are going to live with the threat of this virus for a long time. Partly because of the nature of a novel virus, partly because of the mixed-bag response to stemming the spread — on so many levels. The end of the pandemic doesn’t mean a return to anything close to “normal.” Like 9/11 or the 2008 recession, we’ve all been changed by this. Whether we like it or not, the old normal doesn’t exist and the new normal is really uncertain.


But back to my reality.

At this point, about all I do for outside entertainment is go for bike rides and some hikes, now that the snow is finally disappearing from our remote part of the world. It’s pretty open here and easy to avoid people for now. That will be changing after Memorial Day next week, when people flood to the mountains, virus or no virus. The gym re-opened yesterday, and frankly, I’m leery of going back at this point. It seems the exposure risk could still be quite high in an enclosed space, despite the constant cleaning of the facility. We’ve all seen how unsanitary people can be in a gym. Now is not the time to be sharing sweat — or breathing the same air, for that matter.

My pool also re-opened recently. The current plan is to have people call ahead and reserve a lane for swimming laps. I made an appointment to swim today, but feel a little uneasy about doing so. Should I be doing this now? Should we be re-opening these places? Am I endangering others by wanting to workout in a pool? Is the rich chlorine environment enough to kill off the virus? I’ll have to see how it goes.

I do kind of like having an assigned time and lane to swim in. There’s no lane sharing and lots of open space. Selfishly, I’d support that approach long-term. At the same time, there is no access to locker rooms or showers at the facility. You come dressed for swimming and leave in a wet bathing suit to go shower at home. That part is going to suck.

What might suck even worse is not being able to hang out in the sauna or hot tub afterward. That was so 2019.

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View from the starting block

It seems 100 years ago that I was a collegiate swimmer. I wasn’t an outstanding competitor. I set no records and was mainly an “also swam.” Back then, I swam mostly because it was a good work out that forced me to show up. I was part of a team and fed off of the camaraderie. I was good enough to not be dismissed, but not good enough to be remembered. But being a small fish in a small pond suited me well.

I never really liked the pressure of swim meets and was fine with never competing again after college. Once I hit grad school, there just didn’t seem to be much time for the pool. My swim career was largely over.

Swimming as a senior athlete

Fast forward nearly 4 decades. I’m standing on a starting block, knees shaking, and wondering what I’ve gotten myself into. I signed up to compete in swimming at the Senior Games in our state. It seemed like a good idea at the time, with the gentle urging from a friend who also wanted to compete. At this moment, standing on a tiny square platform above the edge of the pool, I’m not so sure that I should be doing this.

I still swim laps when the spirit moves me, and have a bit of kick of speed when the moon and sun are properly aligned. I’m faster than most of the old guys in the next lanes during my morning fitness swims. But right now, I was about to dive off a starting block during the pre-meet warmup. They don’t allow the use of starting blocks at my rec center pool, so I wasn’t able to practice any starts. I would need to do a crash course in diving immediately before my events. I figured I could get in at least 10 practice dives during that warm up time. Should be plenty, right?

As I climbed up onto the block, I wondered when (and why) they had been raised so high off the side of the pool. I could fall off this thing and do some considerable damage. And what if (god forbid) I do a belly-flop and cause a tsunami wave in the pool? I’m not small, and there is some additional mass stretching this bathing suit. Would everyone stop and stare if I caused some serious waves? Would I need to be rescued if it were a particularly lousy dive?

I bent into a position that I sort of remembered from years ago and, on the count of three, pushed outward off the block. I hit the water and maybe went a bit too deep to compensate for fear of generating a huge splash. Coming up, I looked for evidence of waves slapping the sides of the pool. Everything seemed to be okay, and no one appeared to have been thrown to the deck. So it was a good one.

I had just made my first dive and was slightly ecstatic. I told the young lifeguard that it was my first time off a starting block in 35 years. He was genuinely unimpressed. He had no idea that he had just witnessed a significant lifetime achievement. The accolades were silent that day.


My first event was the 50-yard freestyle. I climbed back onto the block, shaking from excitement, and chilled from freezing pool temperatures. The horn blew and we were off. Up and back. I was the first one to hit the wall in my heat. I looked up as the referee came to my lane. He looked at me, then at the clock, and then back at me. Did I do something wrong? Did he suspect cheating because I don’t really don’t look like I should be able to move through the water with any speed?

Neither. He told me that it was a really nice swim. Little did I realize that checking on the swimmers and the timing devices is just what referees do. I don’t think I’d ever hit the wall first to know this.   


I had five more events that day. That’s the fun part about Senior Games — you can sign up for whatever events you want to try out. Most states host an annual game, with every other year being a qualifying year. The top 3 competitors in an event are invited to the National Senior Games (aka, Senior Olympics). I qualified for a few events and managed to make it to the National Games in Albuquerque in 2019. I knew that my times were nowhere near what they should have been for the National Games, but what the heck. We went.   

Being a small fish in the small-state-pond was gratifying, but the National Senior Games were a much larger pond. Literally. It was held in the largest pool that I have ever seen. There I learned that there are some seriously fast women in my age group. As a recreational swimmer, I was out of my league.

And then I began to wonder: what would happen if I actually worked at this? What if I tried to get fitter, stronger, and improve my stroke? And what if I could go off a starting block more than 10 times a year?

I was re-bitten by the swimming bug. My goal would not be just about fitness, but about becoming a competitor again. Sometimes I feel that I left things undone in my collegiate years. I know so much more now about working out, dedication, and nutrition. How much better could I do this time around?

I’ve looked into getting involved with US Masters swimming, but there is no program within an hour from me. I don’t even like spending the 20 minutes on getting to the pool across town, let alone drive over an hour on crusty roads at 5 am to go swim. But if I want to get better, then working with coaches and being with like-minded pool mates would help tremendously.

It depends on how badly I want to try to do this. And when I can get into any pool again with this current epidemic.