Dateline: October 21, 2009. F.C. Torpedoes' rescheduled match against Red Retrievers did not go well this evening, as the Blue side lost 4-1 in the damp. Torpedoes were forced to play shorthanded as four girls were unable to make the lineup. "That meant no substitutions or rest at all, and we had one fewer player for the entire second half than they did," explained defenseman Sarah "Go-San" Steadman.
One of the absent Torpedoes was forward Erin Sullivan, whose mother had put her on the injured list the day before with a foot injury. The latest reports from inside Torpedoes headquarters is that the injury is sufficiently serious that it will keep Sullivan out for the remainder of the season. "Erin does have a broken foot. It’s a right 5th metatarsal fracture, and it happened doing a backward-running relay before swim team practice last week (of all things…). So her soccer season is over, unfortunately."
"Swimming? SWIMMING???? ARE YOU KIDDING ME?" exclaimed Steadman. "What is she doing SWIMMING? This is frickin' football season! She can't be swimming during football season. It's insane! Now, if she had been injured playing hockey, I could understand. I mean, I play hockey, and it's a rough sport. But swimming? Sheesh."
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Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Masters Swimming Masters Maraya
Dateline: September 24, 2008. Supermom Maraya Steadman's first Masters swim class -- the first step of her preparation for a triathalon -- is complete. Our correspondent writes as follows:
Ted, the coach, who was young enough to be my son, albeit if I had been a teenage mother, looked at me blankly as I tried to explain to him that I was going to take it very slow. I told him I had not swum competively since before he was born (25 years to be exact), and I was not going to push myself. He asked, "Uh, what are you injured or something?" I responded, "No, I'm 41." And explained that at my age, it takes a really long time to recover from an injury and I just didn't want to go there.
I got in the pool and after four laps, 100 yards, I was basically done. But I decided I would try to do the kicking drills and such and see how it went. First up, 6 X 25 butterfly kick, 4 x 50 one arm butterfly with kick, 4 X 50 other arm one arm butterfly with kick, blah, blah, then we moved on to the sprint work.
I looked up at Ted and told him, "I don't know how to swim butterfly." Ted responded in his usual way, "Uh." As if he really was absolutely dumbfounded and I mean that quite literally, by me. Then, thankfully, a triathalete surfaced in my lane who looked up at Ted and said, "I don't know how to swim butterfly." She then explained to him that she only learned how to swim a year ago! Wow! I was impressed. This woman was actually doing the entire workout! Wow. So, Ted, to his credit explained a bit about how to do a butterfly kick, brought out some flippers and I actually got him to smile when I expanded upon my already established freakishness by telling him my shoe size.
After 20 minutes I got out of the pool, put away my kick board, and my flippers and told Ted I was leaving. I was smiling as I told him, "I told myself I would do this for 20 minutes and now I'm done."
I didn't tell him I hurt my shoulder.
So, I will sit out my Thursday practice, hope for some recovery by Sunday and try again. That's how it went.
Ted, the coach, who was young enough to be my son, albeit if I had been a teenage mother, looked at me blankly as I tried to explain to him that I was going to take it very slow. I told him I had not swum competively since before he was born (25 years to be exact), and I was not going to push myself. He asked, "Uh, what are you injured or something?" I responded, "No, I'm 41." And explained that at my age, it takes a really long time to recover from an injury and I just didn't want to go there.
I got in the pool and after four laps, 100 yards, I was basically done. But I decided I would try to do the kicking drills and such and see how it went. First up, 6 X 25 butterfly kick, 4 x 50 one arm butterfly with kick, 4 X 50 other arm one arm butterfly with kick, blah, blah, then we moved on to the sprint work.
I looked up at Ted and told him, "I don't know how to swim butterfly." Ted responded in his usual way, "Uh." As if he really was absolutely dumbfounded and I mean that quite literally, by me. Then, thankfully, a triathalete surfaced in my lane who looked up at Ted and said, "I don't know how to swim butterfly." She then explained to him that she only learned how to swim a year ago! Wow! I was impressed. This woman was actually doing the entire workout! Wow. So, Ted, to his credit explained a bit about how to do a butterfly kick, brought out some flippers and I actually got him to smile when I expanded upon my already established freakishness by telling him my shoe size.
After 20 minutes I got out of the pool, put away my kick board, and my flippers and told Ted I was leaving. I was smiling as I told him, "I told myself I would do this for 20 minutes and now I'm done."
I didn't tell him I hurt my shoulder.
So, I will sit out my Thursday practice, hope for some recovery by Sunday and try again. That's how it went.
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