"Don't waste your life in doubts and fears: spend yourself on the work before you, well assured that the right performance of this hour's duties will be the best preparation for the hours or ages that follow it."
~Ralph Waldo Emerson
Dynoswim competed for the first time in the 10th Annual Tampa Bay Marathon Swim. Congratulations to Dave, Dakin, Scott, Sheryl, Amy, and Diane (who would have been there had it not been for, well you know...)
The results can be found here:
On a much more somber and important note, Dynoswim would like to extend condolences to the family of Dave Parcells. The news of the death of Dave Parcell's during the Tampa Bay Swim has been an incredible shock and loss to the swimming community. The following was a touching letter sent out to Conn Masters by Paul Epstein:
Julie just contacted me with the very sad and shocking news that Dave Parcells died of a heart attack today while swimming the Tampa Bay race for Earth Day. As many of you know, Dave was often referred to as the "King of Tampa Bay" for having won this race so many times in the past. Dave's many long distance swimming feats are legendary and have made the history books.
In the summer of 2002, at the age of 44, he became the oldest person to successfully complete a double crossing of the English channel, and many of you read his journal entries from the summer of 2004, when he and Marcy MacDonald attempted a triple crossing together of the Channel, as a cancer fund-raiser, which unfortunately was derailed by bad weather. But even more notable than this, has been Dave's constant enthusiam for the sport, and his encouragement of his fellow Conn Masters, many of whom he trained, encouraged and helped bring up to speed to compete in open water events. As creator and Director of the Madison Mile swim every June, and the Swim Across the Sound fund-raiser every August, as well as all the funds he's raised from his own channel crossing swims for the cancer programs at St. Vincent's Hospital in Bridgeport, Dave has given so much to the sport and to youngsters suffering from cancer.
Last summer I talked to Dave at length about the logistics of organizing the events he has, like the Cross-the-Sound fund-raiser, as I had seriously been considering organizing one to raise funds for leukemia research, and after going through it with him, I realized that the time, energy, and logistics needed to successfully carry something like this off were daunting. He was a truly selfless person for contributing so much of himself to such worthy causes.
I remember Dave saying, after his double crossing of the Channel, that despite all the pain he experienced during it, and the swelling from all the jellyfish stings, he kept thinking that it was nothing compared to all the suffering children with cancer go through, and by knowing he was able to contribute to helping them by doing this, it provided the motivating force that enabled him to keep going. This is the kind of person Dave was. Clearly one of a kind.
It's a deep, deep loss, and a complete shock, for all of the swimming world, and specially for us, his fellow Conn Masters swimmers, for someone so incredibly fit, active and enthusiastic as Dave, in the prime of his life, to see his life to end so suddenly. He will really be greatly missed by all of us.
Please hug someone you love today, in remembrance of Dave.
And Please Be Well,
Distance Dave is preparing for a double crossing of the English Channel. Check out the purpose for the swim and the steps he's taking to get there! Good luck, Dave!
~Tom FitzGerald, Chronicle Staff Writer
Stanford suspended men's swimming coach Skip Kenney for two months without pay Friday, but he will keep his job after admitting he doctored the team's record book.
In announcing the decision, athletic director Bob Bowlsby said no violations of NCAA rules governing voluntary workouts had been discovered. The decision sparked a new round of reaction, pro and con, from those connected with Stanford swimming.
"Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die, life is like a broken-winged bird that cannot fly."
~Found inside a fortune cookie
Michael Phelps will appear on America’s top rated late night program, “The Tonight Show with Jay Leno,” this
Thursday, April 19 Friday, April 20, on NBC at 11:35 pm ET/PT.
The Mutual of Omaha Duel in the Pool will be featured on NBC Saturday, April 21, from 2-3 p.m. (EST), and Sunday, April 22, from 4-6 p.m. (EST). Check your local listings for times in your area.
There will be an ocean swim, this Sunday at 12:30pm at Highbridge and A1A. Please let Coach Scott know if you will be attending by speaking to him either in person or by email by Saturday. Additionally, you need to be sure that you have already submitted your registration forms with waiver in order to participate.
Note: Photo taken after our Easter Sunday ocean swim.
Look closely, there's something in there that's really strange. Can you guess what it is?
Editors Note: I think this article is complete nonsense. The benefits of swimming outweigh the risks to an overwhelming degree. It's just an alarmist contrarian point of view for the sake of being so. By the way, I'm an asthmatic, without swimming, who knows where I'd be right now.
Swimming teachers and other people who spend a lot of time near chlorinated pools face an increased risk of breathing problems, Dutch researchers report.
Chlorine reacts with substances such as urine and sweat to create byproducts that can irritate the respiratory tract, most importantly chloramines, explain Dr. Jose Jacobs of the University of Utrecht in The Netherlands and colleagues in a report in the European Respiratory Journal.
"The golden opportunity you are seeking is in yourself. It is not in your environment; it is not in luck or chance, or the help of others; it is in yourself alone."
~Orison Swett Marden
Masters Swimmers and their free time.
~By Diane Bixler, Dynoswimmer
James and I had company over, Bill and Maria, for some wine and cheese. James, of course, opted to “kick it up a notch” with a martini. We were enjoying the beautiful night on our porch, listening to the typical Florida sounds of crickets, owls, and whippoorwills. I don’t really remember who asked about the property behind ours, but James is always willing to trek through the woods, so we each grabbed a bike light, James & Bill taking along machetes, and off we went for a hike. Why machetes? Well, James maintains the trails, so any time he’s out there, he hacks a little (I think it’s more of a macho thing). Although most critters of the night will scamper away at the sound of others, there are wild boar, which can be aggressive. So off we went, lights and machetes, for a hike through the woods.
We started out, James taking out smaller branches as we moved. It’s about a mile of a trail, but opens up toward the end, getting swampy if it’s rained too much. We talked as we walked, and several times we heard something scurry off into the woods, but never got a look at whatever was out there with us. We came to the end of our trail, by the canal, and turned to head back.
The trail now was quite open, with very little trees directly around us, just an open grassy area. We’d spread out a little, Bill & Maria leading the way. They were heading a little to the right of where we needed to be to get back. James was behind me, heading more to the left. As we entered the woods area again, I stopped to see where we all were. James had turned off his light and was making “spooky” noises. I could hear Bill & Maria laughing up ahead. I turned off my own light, deciding to really get them all. I stepped off the trail to the left, stood perfectly still between two trees, and waited. James would be coming up and probably wouldn’t see me. I could get behind him and scare them all pretty good. I was trying to stifle a laugh at the thought when “WHACK”! I grabbed my nose and cried out. I remember asking James, “What’d you do? Break my nose?” He turned on his light and simply replied, “Yeah, I think I did.” That is about all he remembers. Shock and alcohol make for a lousy memory.
Bill & Maria came back down the trail to us. Maria started talking a mile a minute, and all I could catch were words like “stitches…” “blood…” “emergency room…” At this point I was starting to put things together and realize I’d actually been hit with the machete. Bill wasted no time, grabbing me and starting to run. Finally, he put me down and let me walk the last bit to the house. I had taken off my sweater and was trying to use it to catch all the blood. I stood around watching them a moment, moving around the house, and said, trying to help, “I just need someone to take me to the emergency room.” No one really made any move in an outdoor direction. I thought maybe if I actually got into the car someone would volunteer to drive. I walked into the garage and got into the passenger side of my car. I wasn’t sure I really wanted to see it, but I had to look. I took a deep breath and pulled down the mirrored visor. There was a huge gash across my nose, from the top left down, just ending over my lip. It was quite wide and I could see some white under all the blood. I put the visor back and relocated my hand to hold up my nose – I suddenly became scared it was going to fall off!
I looked over to the driver’s seat. No one was there yet and the garage door was still down. I walked back inside and Bill plopped a towel with ice over my nose. “I just need someone to take me to the emergency room.” I said again. “We’re working on that” was the general answer. I just didn’t get it. Finally, Maria grabbed my hand and off the two of us went, leaving the guys behind to figure out the rest.
When we got to the emergency room, they we’re pretty quick to get me into the back. Maria was kind enough to go with me – I have no idea how she handled the look of my face. They asked questions, and I answered. The doctor took a look at my face and listened to my story. He didn’t seem impressed. He explained he had another patient and that he’d be back soon, but I was going to need stitches (go figure). Maria and I talked, both more out of nervousness than anything. We couldn’t figure out where the guys were, and we were starting to get worried. James finally showed up with leathers & his motorcycle helmet. I didn’t think I could ride the motorcycle home, and he smiled, for the first time. Apparently, he couldn’t find my car keys. I explained they were (logically) in my lunch box inside the cabinet next to the stove. And why hadn’t he thought to look there… He left again (no kiss goodbye?) to get the car and returned at the same time as when the sheriff showed up. I think it was about this time Bill and Maria decided they’d had enough and went home.
Standard operating procedure (in case this ever happens to anyone else) requires the perpetrator to be arrested for a “cooling off” period. Like any domestic abuser will be calmer AFTER they have spent the night in jail. But anyway, they listened to my story, then listened to James, and very thankfully, did not arrest him. Sometimes it pays to know people…
Eleven stitches later (3 internal and 8 external), we went home. It was about 2 in the morning, and James pretty much passed out. I, however, sat up thinking of all the “what ifs…” What if it was a little higher, and I’d lost my eye(s)… What if it was a little lower, around the mouth… Or what if it were even lower, say the neck area… I didn’t sleep that night.
I was admitted into a study for facial lacerations, scarring, and healing. They have taken before, during, and (eventually will take) after photos. From a distance, it looks like I got too much sun. Up close, you can see the line, but the dots from the stitches are disappearing pretty fast. I’m still “grounded” by the doctors due to how deep the cut went. No physical activity for another 4 weeks or so. No sun, stay out of the heat, and whatever I do, don’t sweat. Sounds easy enough, but we’re approaching summer in Florida.
Overall, it looks pretty good, and I consider myself pretty lucky. James is recovering. He’s felt pretty bad about it, and for the first week, couldn’t look at me without painfully looking away. I used to tease him that he needed new stories – I had heard them all. They ended differently, but usually started the same. He’d get together with the guys and someone would say, “this one night, we were out drinking…” Well, he finally has a new story. I never thought it would end with “I hit my girlfriend in the face with a machete.”
Editors Note: We're grateful that Diane can smilingly tell the tale...
Easter Sunday's ocean swim was a great introduction to the 2007 open water season. Although the water was a bit chilly at first we were all (three of us) used to it in a matter of minutes. The purpose of Sunday's swim was to get reacquainted with the ocean. We swam a relatively light 3,000 yards in one hour. The air was on the chilly side (high 60s) with an ocean temperature of about 67 degrees. A gentle southern moving current at our feet helped us along our less typical route - south toward Ormond Beach. There was a light chop with nice wave action 300 yards to the shore. There was even less wave action 500-700 yards offshore. Great job Judi and Dakin!
"Easter tells us that life is to be interpreted not simply in terms of things but in terms of ideals.”
~Charles M. Crowe
RIO DE JANEIRO, Brazil (AP) -- After 3,272 miles of exhaustion, sunburn, delirium and piranhas, a 52-year-old Slovenian successfully completed a swim down the Amazon River Saturday that could set a world record for distance -- something he's already done three times before.
We'll be at Highbridge and A1A. The exact time TBD by the end of Saturday's practice. If you intend to swim you need to speak to Coach O. via cellphone or in person at Friday or Saturday's swim practice at Frieda Zamba.
In the meantime. please consider the following:
Do you know how bunnies stay in shape? Hareobics.
What do you call the Easter bunny's work-outs? Eggercise.
Sunday's ocean swim will be at 12:30pm.
Note: Photo of the southern tip of Flagler Beach at Highbridge and A1A. Dynoswim's ocean training area (courtesy of Judi Rich).
Speedo has free videos of Michael Phelps winning each of his 7 Gold Medals at the 2007 FINA World Championships.
Watch and learn from the best. Notice the fundamentals, walls, starts, and turns.
Photo expose from Sports Illustrated.
~By Scott Bay, Dynoswimmer
So it was unseasonably cold in Florida - air temp in the mid 50s and water temp in the high 60s / low seventies, in other words wetsuit weather for my first Tri of the season. I chose to keep it real and only wear my jammers that I race masters and open water in.
Race morning I realize that I am one of six people not wearing a wetsuit. 20 minutes to race start and no one is in the water to warm up. I chose to push my ‘Real-o-Meter’ into the red and run into the water and swim 50 yds of fly before settling into a nice freestyle rhythm to warm up.
The gun goes off and 250+ male swimmers hit the water churning it into a cauldron of fury. It was right then and there that I decided to Keep it Realer than I ever have before.
I sprinted to the front both over and around people to catch up to the lead group. I ended up 5th (By about 7 seconds from the leader) and the first non wetsuit person out of the water that day. I ended up 20th out of almost 400 at the end of the tri as I had to pay for the hard swim effort.
It stinks to get passed on the bike and run due to a strong swim effort but hey. I had my 15 seconds of glory after the swim.
"I'm sore everywhere. I'm achy, I've got blisters and I do have a lot of tendinitis in my ankle. Other than that, I feel great." ~Ray Zahab
Canadian Ray Zahab, 38, who along with two companions ran about two marathons (about 42.2km each) a day for 110 days, crossing more than 7,000 km of North Africa's broiling Sahara Desert, in a journey for charity that's been captured on film for a documentary. One of the journey's aims was to help establish clean water wells for desert villagers the runners met along the way. The runners worked on that goal through the H2O Africa Foundation, a charity launched along with plans for a documentary film called "Running the Sahara." Zahab, American Charlie Engle, 44, and Taiwanese Kevin Lin, 30, dipped their hands in the water of the Red Sea 200km east of Cairo on Tuesday, February 20, 2007.