Swim Club
There are no public pools in Cary. Instead you have to join a private club that has a pool. The YMCA is pretty close to us, but it is quite expensive. About three weeks ago we joined a club a bit further away, but still close enough that Colleen can bike to it.
Colleen is on the club's swim team (Go Sea Lions!) She hasn't swum much before, so is still among the slowest in her age group, but she is getting better. Last week she beat her 50 yard freestyle time by 10 seconds over the previous week.
I have always been a terrible swimmer. Every time my mom signed me up for lessons as a kid I would drop out after three days with an ear infection, so I never was able to learn much technique. The club is open for early morning swim a few days a week, so maybe I should go before work. So far I've always had a ready excuse not to. We'll see whether I can come up with another excuse in time for tomorrow.
posted by Chris @ 8:02 AM
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Swim clubs are the center of community life in Dallas, at least during the summer.
I was never a fast swimmer and don't aspire to be one, but I do like the idea of being able to swim a distance. "Oh, I could swim to that island from here." Really, I have no idea how far I could swim without drowning.
P.S. I took a hundred-yard swim test as a Harvard freshman. This may be the last time that I swam a hundred yards.
Supposedly every Harvard man (but nowadays, only those who want access to the boathouse) had to pass a swim test because Harry Elkins Widener drowned on the Titanic.
Snopes.com lists this urban legend as FALSE. But it seems to me that they don't totally disprove it-- the best they can do is call it "unlikely".
http://www.snopes.com/college/admin/swimtest.asp
The only test I failed at Carmel High School was the swim test we took on the first day of P.E. freshman year. We had to swim two laps (down and back). People were getting out of the pool having completed their second lap as I completed my first and I got out, demoralized. I was relegated to the loser section of P.E. the rest of the quarter. In the end I passed the swim test, barely, but only by flipping over and doing a desultory backstroke for half a lap.
For those keeping score at home: Heather's fever (and our Sunday night trip to the ER) gave me the sought-after excuse not to swim Monday morning. She appears to be better today, however, so I'm in danger of getting some exercise tomorrow.
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