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  1. B70, We Hardly Knew Ye

    by , May 20th, 2009 at 04:48 PM (Vlog the Inhaler, or The Occasional Video Blog Musings of Jim Thornton)
    I was a little bit reticent to post this film before, given the chance that the B70 loaner might be used again.

    Do not get me wrong. I am not saying that I actually took the advice proffered here by Michelina "Bad Grrrrllllzzzzzz of Swimming" co-president (along with Imspoiled), two of the kindest princesses of the water you will ever want to meet.

    But just the suggestion that I might have taken her advice might have caused some dismay on the part of BillS, the most generous USMS member of all time and my personal nominee for this year's Arthur Ransom Award.

    In any event, if the suit were still legal, and if you owned your own, and if you are as cute as little Michilena herself, then you might want to have considered taking her advice (though most likely quickly rejecting it thereafter):

    [ame=""]YouTube - One of the Bad Grrrlzz Promotes a Bad Pra[/ame]
  2. 20 days of exercise sobriety

    by , May 26th, 2009 at 12:44 AM (Vlog the Inhaler, or The Occasional Video Blog Musings of Jim Thornton)
    Since semi-recovering from Swine Flu Lite on May 5th, I have launched on what has arguably been my longest unbroken streak of exercising in my life.

    This has consisted of:

    • swimming (Monday, Wednesday, and Friday) 39,450 yards
    • Nautilus weight lifting (Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday, with occasional exceptions for tennis)
    • Tennis (some Tuesdays, one Thursday, and every Sunday)
    • Stretch cord rotator cuff exercises (most nights)

    How have these past 3 weeks of unbroken daily exercise affected me? Physically speaking, I feel that I am slowly getting into better swimming shape, not good enough, mind you, to compensate for the recent loss of the B70 body boat, AKA, the HMS Good Times, may she rest in peace! But perhaps enough to slightly undercut the accelerating rate of decrepitude that might otherwise be greeting me with each passing week.

    I have found that the weight lifting and stretch cords have seemed to reduce shoulder pain, which was pretty uncomfortable upon first returning to the pool after my 8-10 day sickness layoff.

    Possibly, the weights and stretch cords are also offering some inoculation against shoulder and elbow pain from tennis (and water volley ball, which I played for the first time today after our noon-time Memorial Day Swim Practice that only Bill and I actually showed up for.)

    Other impacts, which may or may not be imaginary:

    • I definitely feel the need for more sleep, and if this keeps up, may have to double my use of amphetamine like drugs in order to coax any hours of non-exercise consciousness out of my typical day
    • There's a sense that my immune system is getting a little cranky without regular breaks in the daily exercise schedule. I have begun coughing lately, and feel the first faint pricklings of neuralgia here and there where neuralgia has long been in abeyance
    • My mood is perked up by the exercise, only to settle back into its ruts a couple hours later.

    Which brings me to the following questions, which I will throw out in the hopes that one or more of my fellow travelers might provide answers or at least a sense that I do, indeed, have fellow travelers on this road upon which I tread:

    • Am I the only person out here who thinks that the natural human lifespan is overly generous?
    • How many summer openings of the summer swim club pool, how many Christmas carols, how many fireworks displays, how many gourmet engorgements, how many libidinous blowouts, how many professions of religious rapture, how many celebrations of vicarious or personal sporting victories, how many bonus checks, and the like are necessary to live through before life begins to seem, even in its alleged high points, a grindingly monotonous proposition?
    • With what insult begins a lifeview riddled with mistrust of ones fellow apes and their schemings and larceny and generally lousy ways? At what point do dreams of glory transmogrify into lust for revenge, and at what point does even this turn to powder in a dry and bitter mouth like sugarless gum masticated for days on end?
    • I suspect our neuroscientists' current best understanding of the mind is as primitive in its way as Edward Jenner's observations about milkmaids and cowpox and the nature of immunology were in 1796 -- on the right track, perhaps, but not terribly far along. This said, and with pre-acknowledgment that the dopaminergic reward system is most likely not much more than a metaphor at this point, the question is this: can we become exhausted to the effects of the chemical broth that goads us onwards and pats us on the head when we succeed? Is this something that must, by its very nature, lose its hold upon us with enough repetition, just as the once delicious candy corn of youth becomes an emetic in old age? Or is the brain constructed is such a way that it is never immune to joy juice, if such can be naturally coaxed into lubricating our synapses in the right regions? So that the problem is not so much that nothing, after a time, can bring verve back into life--but that we have given up the search for what it is that can naturally generate this verve? And are there just too many moral impediments and causes for exhaustion blocking our way?

    I throw these questions out to my fellow swimmers and exercise nuts so that when your own doleful topics of rumination run out during your next bout with gravity and friction, you might have something fresh to consider.

    But even as I say this I know I am deluding myself! There is nothing new under the sun! Nothing! And these are the questions that we all ask ourselves, in perhaps slightly different ways, in words that begin in wails and end in demented grunts, all our days upon God's green earth!

    Tomorrow, if it rains, I will do Nautilus and play tennis on Thursday, unless it rains then, too.

    Students of Abraham Maslow: Is the pain of descent along his hierarchy of needs uniform? Or does it hurt more, for example, to fall from the next-to-bottom rung to the lowest one? Or perhaps the other way around--might falling from the top to the next-to-top rung be the most painful? Or is the most painful rung to fall from just the one you are, right now, losing your grip upon?
  3. How to know if you're trying enough

    by , May 28th, 2009 at 01:08 AM (Vlog the Inhaler, or The Occasional Video Blog Musings of Jim Thornton)
    Chris, I think most people need a schedule for periodization to work well for them, because their inner "I'm broken down" threshold is set too low. A schedule also gives them an end in sight, which can be a powerful motivational factor.

    Fort, June 14 is soon! The end is in sight!

    Mr. Qbrain in a comment on a recent Chris Stevenson blog
    On this, my 22nd consecutive day of daily hard exercise, I think I have begun to get some clues that might help my fellow swimmers decide if you are trying enough in practice--and not succumbing to that inner babyish voice that cries out, "Ease off! Pamper yourself! You have crossed the threshhold into the realm of being overly broken down!"

    At tonight's practice, I underwent not one, not two, but three separate specific and measurable characteristics that suggest I was trying enough.

    These are:

    1. Severe nausea of the sort where the stomach contents are storming the esophageal sphincter if not yet breaching same
    2. Cramps in the thighs and calves that made just finishing a final "sprint" 50 an epic adventure of the sort that Homer might have written a trilogy about
    3. And finally, the quote delivered to me, directly and with a look of "oh my god, I wish I'd paid more attention in that CPR class" anxiety, from a sophomore college swimming woman, "Are you okay?"

    I am not maintaining these three above characteristics, even in combination, are sufficient to prove beyond all doubt that I was trying in practice.

    I will, however, suggest they represent a sort of sine qua non triad the absence of which probably indicates you are not trying hard enough.

    Near vomiting, cramps throughout the entire span of the legs, and the concern of a coed who really thinks she is about to see her first corpse: these are necessary, if not absolutely sufficient, conditions for trying.

    I am not sure exactly could push one over the edge into absolute, definitive proof. After motorscootering home post-practice, I lay down on the couch to watch a few minutes of Countdown with Keith Oberman before lighting the grill and putting on my dinner of four Costco lamb chops.

    When I stood up from the couch, I suffered a blood rush from the head that all but blackened out my visual field entirely, if only momentarily, forcing me to remain standing based on no more than a lifetime of experience in what this requires.

    I could have fallen.

    I could have also actually vomited during practice, seized up with such cramps as to not be able to finish my sprint 50 at all, no matter how slow, and finally I could have expired right after answering the coed's concerned inquiry with a simple--heroic even--"No."

    Maybe this is what is sufficient to prove I tried hard enough in practice. I don't know. I guess when I get to that point where the question becomes moot, this vlog will have run its course.

    So, here are my last three practices, each one, in its way, emblematic of the new Costillian maxim I am trying to put into practice: i.e., intensity trumps volume. (Note: I do have a bit of volume here, too, usually at the beginning, but these lengthy warm ups tend to be done at a very leisurely and relaxing pace, which I find is increasingly necessary to cajole the creekiness out of my joints and alleged muscles...)

    Friday, May 24th, at Trees Pool (U. Pittsburgh)

    Pre warm up: 1,500

    Warm up 4 x 200 on 3:30 (2:30; 2:25: 2:25: 2:18)

    10 x 100 on 2:00 (ez, med, fast, repeat--from pushoffs)
    [fast ones for me were :59 1:01 :57]

    kick 200 rest; regroup

    Swim 8 x 50 on 1:15 (ez, fast, repeat-from pushoffs)
    [fast ones were :28, :28; :28’ :27]

    kick 200 rest; regroup

    12 x 50 karmic meditative --no breaths down, breathe ad libertam back, chant “peace” and “calm” throughout

    Total 4500; total arm-deadeningly hard yards for me: 500 yards

    Saturday, May 23rd at Sewickley YMCA

    lifted 53,000 lb.--see earlier vlog
    Sunday, May 24th at Sewickley YMCA

    3 hours, 15 minutes of doubles tennis; won 3 sets to one with hobbled partner Bill (suffering from gastrocnemius, also documented in previous vlog); a little water volleyball later
    Monday, Memorial Day, May 24th at Sewickley YMCA

    Bill White: present
    Jim Thornton: present
    Everybody else on our team: not present

    Pre Warm up: 1500 easy

    Warm up: swim kick pull on your own from 12:00-12:15

    Heart accelerating set: 8 x 100 on 1:30 (just a tad bit faster than you want to go)

    Main set (in homage to Jocelyn and with thanks to Jen at Pitt who invented this):

    5 sets of 8 x 50 on 1:15, EZ on the odds; fast on the evens; with regrouping between each set

    1.the fast ones are your 200 pace +2 seconds (for example: 32s if your 200 time is 2:00)

    2.the fast ones are your 200 pace +1 seconds (for example: 31s if your 200 time is 2:00)

    3.the fast ones are your 200 pace +0 seconds (for example: 30s if your 200 time is 2:00)

    4.the fact ones are your 200 pace -1 seconds (for example: 29s if your 200 time is 2:00)

    5.the fast ones are your 200 pace -2 seconds (for example: 28s if your 200 time is 2:00)

    recovery set: swim easy for 5 minutes

    Total 4600; total arm-deadeningly hard yards for me: 1000 yards

    Tuesday, May 26th at Sewickley YMCA
    lifted 66,000 pounds in lieu of tennis singles because of rain
    Wednesday, May 27th at Sewickley YMCA

    Pre warm up: 1200 easy

    16 x 50 on :55 moderate
    4 x 50 on 1:10 moderate
    5 x 100 on 1:30 odd ones fast (1;04, 1:04; 1:03)

    2:20 rest (swam slow 50 to recover)

    5 x 100 on 1:40 odd ones fast (1:02, 1:03; 1:02)

    2:40 rest (swam slow 50 to recover)

    4 x 100 on 1:50 odd ones fast (1:04, 1:05)

    [near vomiting and co-ed asks, “Are you okay?”]

    4 x 50 sprint odds

    [massive cramping on second sprint, almost unable to finish but force myself to waddle in, kicking with hip muscles alone]

    4 x 50 on :40 “cool down”--coach Bill’s idea of whimsy

    Total: 4100; total arm-deadeningly hard yards for me: 800 yards

    Tomorrow, if the weather is okay, I will be playing tennis; weight lifting if it rains. Friday out to Pitt again, hopefully for the first long course swim of the season, though that's still up in the air how the pool will be set up.

    Today, as suggested earlier, was my 22nd consecutive day of exercise, and I am not sure how long I can keep these up without a break. But it's been kind of rewarding to think that I might be slouching ever so slowly back into okay shape.

    Updated May 28th, 2009 at 01:18 AM by jim thornton

  4. OW swim off the coast of Cozumel Isle,Mexico

    The water is torquoise blue while beautiful, unusual fish swim twenty feet under me tempting a free dive down every so often. I slide and glide as I follow after their yellow and silver schools. Although the tourist season is slow due to no cruise ships as a result of the swine flu I must watchout for dive boats heading in and out to the protected coral reefs. I wave to a boat and the native driver acknowledges me and smiles back. Mostly I stay very close to the rocky shore where it is more than safe from boats. It is easy to keep my head down to watch creatures floating, soaring or asleep below me. I have a bad habit of keeping my head too high in the water. This is a great way to change that.
    The current is challenging as I swim south past my first goal, a stout white lighthouse on shore. Feeling good I scope out another destiny to reach. Just one more goal before heading home. I see a bouy in the distance and make that it. Its taking longer than expected as I go further into unknown territory . The water gets deeper and feels colder. My heart beats faster as I push onward against the current. I must do what I set out to do. The current is testing my will as well as my stamina. Stroke, kick, stroke, kick ...finally my index finger swipes the surface of the towering yellow bell shaped bouy. I then proceed to give it a good smack. My insides cheer hooray for me now lets get outta here. Heading home with the current going north I fly by the staypuff marshmellow man lighthouse with the current in my favor. The tempture is 77degrees. They say an octupus has a garden down there. I will have to look for him on my next trip to Cozumel.

    Updated May 29th, 2009 at 10:56 AM by flippergirl

  5. Human, or at least my, limits reached?

    by , May 29th, 2009 at 01:06 PM (Vlog the Inhaler, or The Occasional Video Blog Musings of Jim Thornton)
    Yesterday, my 23rd consecutive day of punishing physical exercise, almost, but not quite, marked the end of the streak.

    It was a dispiritedly humid day of the late spring, early summer gloom variety, the likes of which seems to promote so much depression and weltshmerz in the psychiatrically frail types like myself. I spent the morning showing our recently vacated rental properties to a prospective tenant, came back to the house in a state of exhaustion that had seeped like the cadence of a Poe poem into the core of me.

    I lay myself upon the couch, turned on the TV in the hopes of finding some cheerful news about healthcare reform ("In a surprise move, Republican obstructionists today pulled pistols from their attache cases and fired bullets en masse into their temples.") Soon I had moved into a very deep sleep of the sort celebrated by Heinrich Heine in Morphine:

    Sleep is good: and Death is better, yet
    Surely never to have been born is best.
    --Aus Der Matratzengruft

    With a name like Heine, he's gotta be good.
    uring the course of this nap, which was indeed restorative--who knows how many obstructionists cheerfully immolated themselves in my happy dreams?--a storm front moved through our area. I was awakened by thunder and hail, realized that the likelihood of my tennis match being canceled two hours hence was exceedingly high, then immediately nodded off for more sleep and more promise of GOP slaughter and blood bathery.

    I awoke again, so deep in sleep inertia I could barely move. I contemplated the rest of my day, for there was much remaining: it was, after all, only 4:20 p.m., a good eight hours before my bedtime. Perhaps, I thought, I could go to the Y and do some weight lifting to keep the exercise streak going.

    Or I could hit the On Demand button on my Comcast remote control and watch 14 consecutive episodes of True Blood.

    Then my tennis opponent called up and told me it hadn't rained at all where he lived, about 5 miles away. So I dragged my carcass down to the surprisingly dry high school courts--puddles at my house deep enough for sustaining koi or at the very least snakeheads--and played, remarkably well, for the next 2.5 hours, keeping the streak robustly alive.

    Did He who made the Newt make thee?

    I don't know why I played well, but it was altogether unexpected.

    Is it possible John and I are actually identical triplets?

    Anyhow, the streak as of now includes:

    1. 3150 yards
    2. 500 & weights
    3. 3200
    4. weights
    5. tennis
    6. 4500
    7. weights
    8. 3800
    9. weights
    10. 5000
    11. weights
    12. tennis
    13. 5300
    14. tennis
    15. 4900
    16. weights
    17. 4500
    18. weights
    19. tennis
    20. 4600
    21. weights
    22. 4100
    23. tennis

    I stayed up late last night, relishing my tennis triumph, slept late this morning, my throat raw with a sore throat that has materialized out of the night. Who knows what has brought this new round of sickness upon me? Perhaps in the sleep world, the self-imolated obstructionists all rose from the dead, their bullet wounds and copious amounts of blood still in place, but now plodding about hither and yon with a zombie-like determination to obstruct all hope for the solvency of the likes of me.

    Could this have caused a sore throat?

    I need to buy some kind of sleep firearms to take with me to the other side the next time I visit the land of nod. I need to protect myself there from the Omega Men that are out to get me.

    Zombie Youth Spawn: the future of Republicanism?

    Practice tonight at the University of Pittsburgh, perhaps with the pool set up for long course. Sickness: you will not keep me from my practice! You are nothing compared to the fiends I face in the other world.

  6. Germis (TM) for the Dermis

    by , June 2nd, 2009 at 02:14 PM (Vlog the Inhaler, or The Occasional Video Blog Musings of Jim Thornton)
    First, a quick recap of the attempt to exercise every day without a break for a month. The numbers refer to yards in the pool; weight and tennis refer to Nautilus circuits and either doubles or singles or both, for a minimum of 2 hours (though it's usually 3 hours 15 minutes, and on Sunday it was 4 hours).

    Here are where we are so far. If it doesn't rain, and I play tennis today, I will have technically satisfied my self-imposed challenge, having made a continuous month without a break, the month being a non-leap year February's 28 days.

    1. 3150 sickish
    2. 500 weights
    3. 3200
    4. weights
    5. tennis
    6. 4500
    7. weights
    8. 3800
    9. weights
    10. 5000
    11. weights
    12. tennis
    13. 5300
    14. tennis
    15. 4900
    16. weights
    17. 4500
    18. weights
    19. tennis
    20. 4600
    21. weights
    22. 4100
    23. tennis
    24. 3850
    25. weights
    26. 525 tennis
    27. 4400
    28. tennis if it doesn't rain?

    I began this quest by accident. After Colony Zones, I came home, swam the Monday practice, but by Wednesday was too sick too move. I didn't return to any form of exercise whatsoever until the following Wed., May 6th (note the adjective "sickish" above.)

    Leslie had by then convinced me to try weight lifting, plus tennis season was upon us, and my self-disgust was so high after 9 days of being a lallygagging layabout slugabed that I decided to try to catch up by exercising everyday for a while. After 11 days, I recognized I was on a streak.

    I continued onwards, almost like when I quit drinking: each new day of sobriety (or, in this case, abstinence from slugabedding) only inspiring me to keep it up.

    All went well until last week. On Thursday, my throat was sore, my lungs filled with sputum, and my muscles achy. I'd arranged to play singles at the high school with my friend John Delaney at 4:30. At 3, I fell asleep on the couch. At 3:30, I woke briefly to the sound of thunder, realized tennis would be canceled, told myself I could weight lift instead, fell back asleep.

    John called me at 4:15, waking me again, and asking if we were still on for tennis. I told him it had rained and the courts were drenched. He told me it hadn't rained where he lived, five miles away, and the high school courts were bone dry.

    I met him at the courts and played for 3 hours 15 minutes, and actually played the best I had all year, despite sickness.

    The next day, I felt much, much worse, and was ready to skip practice, but the streak wouldn't permit it.

    I went and swam slow. But Bill got me to race him on the fast push-off 100 (he'd just done a 1:57 on the fast push-off 200). I did a 59; he did a 52.9.

    Then, on the fast push-off 50, he did butterfly, which forced me to try. He did a 27 flat. I did a high 26 for freestyle.

    Saturday, I woke up at noon, feeling awful. I forced myself to go do Nautilus, came home, went back to sleep, spent the rest of the day watching True Blood reruns and the French Open.

    Sunday, I played tennis for four hours, which was very fun, though my shoulder is a bit sore now. Yesterday, I swam our "distance" practice:

    600 warm up
    8 x 100 on 1:20
    6 x 50 kick
    4 x 500 descend
    200 warm down
    4400 total

    I am a wreck today, and it's threatening to rain, but I am absolutely committed to playing tennis or doing Nautilus to keep the streak alive.


    Could this be my cure?

    Regular readers of this vlog may have noticed that I am sickly.

    Some have suggested hypochondria, the "some" here being pretty much everybody I have ever met since sliding out the abdominal C-section of my beloved mother in 1952.

    Finally, the reason for my regular bouts of illness have become clear. I refer your attention to a recent AP story, some of which I shall excerpt here for your edification:

    Scientists find bacterial zoo thrives in our skin

    May 28, 4:25 PM (ET)


    WASHINGTON (AP) - Eeeww. There's a zoo full of critters living on your skin - a bacterial zoo, that is. Consider your underarm a rain forest. Healthy skin is home to a much wider variety of bacteria than scientists ever knew, says the first big census of our co-inhabitants. And that's not a bad thing, said genetics specialist Julia Segre of the National Institutes of Health, who led the research.

    Sure they make your sneakers stinky, "but they also keep your skin moist and make sure if you get a wound that (dangerous) bacteria don't enter your bloodstream," she said. "We take a lot for granted in terms of how much they contribute to our health."

    The skin research, published in Friday's edition of the journal Science, is part of that project. Scientists decoded the genes of 112,000 bacteria in samples taken from a mere 20 spots on the skin of 10 people. Those numbers translated into roughly 1,000 strains, or species, of bacteria, Segre said, hundreds more than ever have been found on skin largely because the project used newer genetic techniques to locate them.

    Topography matters, a lot, the researchers reported. If a moist, hairy underarm is like a rain forest, the dry inside of the forearm is a desert. They harbor distinctly different bacteria suited to those distinctly different environments. In fact, the bacteria under two unrelated people's underarms are more similar than the bacteria that lives on one person's underarm and forearm.

    Mom's advice to wash behind your ears notwithstanding, that spot contained the least diverse bacteria - 19 species on average. The most diverse spot: the forearm, which averaged 44 species....

    ... Segre hopes knowing there are so many bacteria alters how people think about the relationship.

    "I'm a mother of two small children; I believe very strongly in sanitation, washing your hands," Segre said. But, "we have to understand that we live in harmony with bacteria and they are part of us as super-organisms ... and not just conceive of bacteria as bad and germs and smelly."


    You may suspect I am joking here, but I am not: swimming, I am convinced, is what is making me sick. (It's also making me healthy, and I don't plan to stop, but the sick-inducement part of it needs some sort of remedy. More on this in a moment.)

    Actually, it isn't swimming per se that makes me sick, but regular immersion in the chlorinated water. The delicate ecosystem of my germ-riddled skin is being thrown out of whack by the germ-killing powers of chlorine, allowing evil flora and fauna to attack me once the protective flora and fauna have been felled.

    For years, I have not "needed" to use soap or deodorant provided I swim every other day. To me, it seems impossible to believe that any dirt can survive on a body that thrashes about in water for 1.5 hours at a time. At this point, soap only dries out the skin and makes me itch. Good riddance.

    (Note: I have also avoided brushing my teeth for decades, fearing I might tamper with the delicate ecology of my mouth, but that's a different story and the topic of a future vlog.)

    But it looks like a complete lack of hygiene is not enough to keep me healthy. I need some way to re-infect myself with skin germs post-practice.

    You know those new types of yogurts that supposedly add "probiotics" to your digestive tract? Probiotics is a code word for health germs.

    I need a skin moisturizer containing all sorts of probiotics--a witch's brew of thriving bacteria evolved to live on my skin and protect me after practice. Perhaps I could trademark such a product myself:

    Germis (TM) --for whenever you are too clean for your own good: Germis for the Dermis!

    Alas, I will need seed money to pioneer Germis for the Dermis, which I imagine at this point will be a dirt-covered slathering salve filled with all manner of healthful E. coli and other strains we need to feel our best and smell our worst!

    Until then, I must come up with another solution.

    Along these lines, are there any filthy women out there that would be willing to give me a full body rub down apres workout to restore to my skin the pestilence I need to stay healthy?

    It's 1 o'clock--only three and a half hours to tennis...

    If there's one good thing about land sports in the summer, they do keep your skin nice and germ-riddled, provided, that is, you can resist the urge to shower afterward.

    Alas, if you can't resist such an urge, I urge you to slather yourself dun-colored with Germis for the Dermis (when it becomes available)--and until then, find a filthy member of the sex you are oriented towards and try to coax a germ exchange pronto.
  7. Streak Ends

    by , June 5th, 2009 at 02:29 PM (Vlog the Inhaler, or The Occasional Video Blog Musings of Jim Thornton)
    Greatest athletic streak since Joe DiMaggio ends with a migraine whimper

    Jun 5, 11:28 AM (ET)

    by Jim Thornton

    SEWICKLEY HEIGHTS, PA (AP) Not since Joltin' Joe's 56-game hitting streak in 1941, which the New York Times called "perhaps the most enduring record in sports", has so a serious contender for a new record emerged as Jim Thornton's "continuous daily exercise regimen."

    Thornton, a nondescript balding 56-year-old (FINA 57) swimmer from suburban Pittsburgh, was finally forced to end his amazing run yesterday, June 4, 2009, at 3 p.m.

    The cause: the first migraine he had suffered in years.

    [ame=""]YouTube - migraine art[/ame]

    Medical disorder or involuntary trip to an "outsider art" museum?

    "At least it indicates I must be in pretty good shape," said the ever jocular Thornton from his fainting couch the next day. "A headache specialist once explained to me that migraine frequency decreases with advancing years because the arteries supplying the brain tend to harden with atherosclerosis. To have a healthy headbanging migraine headache, you need flexible, youthful arteries that have the elasticity to spasm.

    "I guess all this exercise I've been doing recently has restored some flexibility to my carotids," Thornton concluded.

    His streak ended after 29 days of continuous daily exercise--arguably enough to meet his goal of a full month. Thornton technically achieved his own self-imposed goal a day earlier with a "normal February's 28 days worth of exercise." By making it to the 29th day, he guaranteed he'd exercised all permutations that February can throw at a person, both it's non Leap and Leap Year quantities of days.

    "It would have been nice to make it one more day to cover September, April, May, and November," says Thornton. "Two more days and I would have covered all the rest, including February."

    Ironically, Thornton had just recently made tentative arrangements to travel to Mexico to pick up medicinal drugs without a prescription and reimport these, hopefully legally and without any kind of bureaucratic rigmarole at the border. He was about to ride his Honda Metropolitan motor scooter to the YMCA and do weight lifting when the telltale "scintillating crescents" and tunnel blindness of a migraneur's early stage symptomatology began overtaking his visual field.

    As always, he hoped he was deluding himself and that these visual anomalies would pass. When they didn't, and he found himself unable to read, he knew what was coming.

    [ame=""]YouTube - Optical Migraine[/ame]

    The above might help you simulate what these scintillating crescents look like.

    He quickly went upstairs to his bedchamber, located a bottle of Roxicets, took a leak, dimmed the lights, turned on the radio to a very low volume to distract himself from woeful imaginings and other dire verbigeration that tends to run through the head of an active migraineur, popped a Roxicet, and launched into a body posture he'd developed as a much younger man as a way of coping with the intense one-sided agony of head pain to come.

    Thornton's technique, which he is trying to trademark under the name Body BloodLock (TM), is simple and may well provide relief to millions of other self-treating migraneurs across the country whose health insurance is inadequate (do not get him started!) to pay for actual treatment.

    Directions for Body BloodLock (TM):

    1. Lie down with head elevated (i.e., use several pillows)
    2. Do not move, not even the slightest twitch imaginable. Do not flex a toe nor point of finger.
    3. The only motion allowable is blood engorgement of the urogenital tract, if such can be facilitated by un-exciting thought alone (virtually impossible--Thornton, for his part, did not even try.)
    4. Once you have entered into the Body BloodLock (TM) posture of absolute muscular immobility (though movement through penile or vaginal blood engorgement, again, is allowable but only if achieved without any physical or mental stimulation whatsover), remain this way for the next four hours minimum, eight hours is preferable.

    • Explanation for the efficacy ofBody BloodLock (TM) migraine-ameliorating efficacy: As most of you will recall from high school biology, the venous blood system depends, in part, on the contraction of skeletal muscles to propel blood through veins back to the heart. Veins, of course, have one-way valves that prevent blood from moving backwards. There is usually enough blood pressure alone to ensure that circulation continues without muscular contractions, however, as fainting soldiers forced to stand for hours at attention will attest, immobility does cause a certain stagnation of blood in the circulatory system. TheBody BloodLock (TM) maneuver operates similarly. By remaining absolutely still, more of your total blood pools in the lower body and extremities, which means there is less available to be pumped to your brain where the crimson pressure would otherwise make the migraine pain even more unendurable that it already is.
    • That and the roxicet seem an excellent one-two punch.

    Despite his setback, Thornton hopes to start building a new streak soon, beginning as early as today.

    "I hope to swim at Trees Pool tonight," he says, massaging the eggplant colored blood clots that have appeared in his calves after 16 continuous hours of Body BloodLock (TM). "I'm not sure I can drive, and I know I can't walk. I will keep you posted."
  8. My First European Swim Practice

    by , June 10th, 2009 at 09:15 AM (TJ's Blog of Slow Swimming!)
    I'm finally back on line after moving to Nuernberg and taking two weeks away from swimming.

    12:30 to 13:30 at Rthelheimbad mit Hannah-Stockbauer-Halle (in Erlangen, Germany) (LCM) on my own.

    600 free - alternate 100 swim/50 drill

    Main Set:
    4x50 free - build on 1:00 (did :55s)
    6x100 free - descend by 2s on 2:00 (1:55, 1:55, 1:50, 1:50, 1:47, 1:48)
    4x50 free - build on 1:00 with big, six beat kick
    2x50 free all out on 2:00 (there wasn't much in the "all out" tank today)
    2x100 - 50 fl/50 bk
    2x100 - 50 bk/50 br

    2100 meters

    Got out without a warmdown because my calves cramped. I don't know what happened since I drank a liter and a half of water this morning. Wow, LC workouts are a bear. I never realized how much I was gaining (and resting) on turns! This stuff should do good things for my stroke.
    Tags: free, stroke
    Swim Workouts
  9. Running and HDL levels

    by , June 12th, 2009 at 05:31 PM (Elise's Fitness Fun)
    A year ago, I was just swimming, lifting weights, and doing a little bit of cycling. I had a physical done and my cholesterol counts were not optimal. My doc suggested that I cut the saturated fats out of my diet. I did so as much as possible and in October had another cholesterol test. My LDL level (the bad cholesterol) had dropped, but so had my HDL level (the good cholesterol). The HDL level had dropped to 50. At the beginning of 2009, I decided to start running on a consistent basis. I had a physical a little over two weeks ago, but before I started my new nutrition plan. My good cholesterol had skyrocketed to 66. Apparently, anything over 60 is supposed to be protective against heart disease and only 10% of the population over 40 has an HDL over 60.

    My bad cholesterol level is better than a year ago, but still not quite optimal. This is why having an outstanding good cholesterol level is so important for me. So, because of this, I have decided to keep my running up during the horrid heat and humidity. I'm convinced that running is the cause of the HDL boost.

    Today, I went out and ran 6 miles. I have decided that since I am running in less than optimal conditions, I will not worry about my time or pace this summer. Today I ran the first 3 miles at what felt like a pretty steady pace, but the last 3 miles I had to throw a little bit of walking in there.

    Updated June 12th, 2009 at 06:03 PM by elise526

  10. 13 ways of looking at catastrophe

    by , June 15th, 2009 at 10:20 PM (Vlog the Inhaler, or The Occasional Video Blog Musings of Jim Thornton)
    1. I can keep paying 33.16 percent of my pretax income for health insurance premiums until I have exhausted our home equity credit line, or I can go naked--no health insurance at all, since what I have is all I can get. In the case of the latter, I will be one medical catastrophe in the future away from bankruptcy. In the case of the former, I will undergo bankruptcy on the installment plan.

    2. Come and listen to a story about a man named Jim
    A one-time bourgeoisie, easily kept his family fed,
    Then one day he was shootin at some peasants,
    And up through the ground came a bubblin crude.

    Toxins, that is, black sludge, DDT.

    Well the first thing you know ol Jim's a thousandaire,
    Kinfolk said "Jim move away from there"
    Said "Mumbai is the place you ought to be"
    So they loaded up the boat and moved to India.

    Slums, that is. Dupont spills, slumdogs.

    Well now it's time to say good by to Jim and all his kin.
    And they would like to thank you folks fer kindly piling on.
    You're all invited back again to this locality
    To have a heapin helpin of their organs bodily.

    Livers, that is. Kidneys, too, Take your pick. It's all there's left to sell!

    Y'all come back now, y'hear?.

    A change to the living will of James S. Thornton:

    In case of medical catastrophe, I hereby decree that I want to be kept alive with every possible expensive high-tech gadget and drug now known and invented in the future, until the entire $25 million coverage I have paid for to Blue Cross and Blue Shield of Minnesota has been completely and utterly exhausted down to the final penny, at which point, I authorize plug-pulling from my exhausted remains. Moreover, I demand that even in the event that there is zero brain activity whatsoever measurable inside my ruined corpus during the decades that I am, quasi-posthumously, exerting my revenge, er, I mean, getting my financially obligated healthcare paid for by my usurious insurer, that I want the maximum sub lethal dose of morphine, Xanax, and (if legal) cocaine dripped intravenously through my system 24/7/365 till the $25 million is exhausted. (I want my estate to be provided with an exact accounting of every penny spent, too; no $4 aspirin tablets without justification for same in triplicate.) And finally, I would request that an ever-rotating squadron of Bible Thumping Palin-Supporter Abortion Clinic Bombing Evangelists be given access to my bed side during visiting hours to pray over me and do their best to stimulate my resurrection via the literal rhythmic thumping of their Bibles, not to mention a constant sneer of menace towards any doctor, nurse, orderly, or candy striper who even thinks of ending my so-called life before the $25 million is spent.

    4. According to the Kaiser Family Foundation, of the estimated 50 million Americans currently without health insurance, only 1-2 percent are in the state voluntarily--i.e, they make enough money to pay for it, but just cavalierly choose not to pay for it

    5. Uwe Reinhardt of Princeton University told me that the current system is "cruel" and that the propagandists at the Wall Street Journal and the Murdoch Media Empire are reminiscent of infamous propagandists from his former country of Germany, but when I suggested the name Goebbels, he said, "You can't say that I said that."

    6. The little old lady that swallowed the fly is extremely familiar to me. Similarly, the sled dog that falls before its rapacious pack mates is a creature that I feel an almost Shirley McClain-like previous-life identification with. Between a hornet buzzing in my lungs, and scars on my jugulars, I am left to wonder: how many more incarnations before I get out of this hell hole?

    7. 13 ways is an awful lot of ways to look at something this revolting

    8. Who knows what combination of depression and sleep disorder throws cognition for a ringer? Who knows what causes these disorders? To make enough money to pay for their treatment, I asked my doctor about Provigil, a "wakefulness promoting agent" that is used by the military to keep our combat pilots awake and at peak mental functioning for days at a time. To prescribe it, he needed an FDA approved condition--take your pick, shift work disorder or narcolepsy. Alas, there was nothing on the form for "getting old, hard to think intensely hour after hour after hour, in the hope of eking out enough of a so-called living to pay for taxes and health insurance and social security I will never see, all the while crippled with sleepiness induced as a likely side effect of antidepressants." So he picked narcolepsy. Which I don't technically have, but nevertheless appears now to make me utterly uninsurable if I try to change health plans.

    9.As kids, my brother and I were once playing in a sewer pipe. I went in and got stuck. I could not back out. The only way out was forwards. But the more I tried to wriggle in this direction, the tighter the grip of the inside diameter. I can still remember that feeling of suffocation, a rat stuck, no exit. Somehow, miraculously, my brother managed to stick his legs in and push me out. I don't think I will get out this time.

    10. Most people, myself included, have felt some sympathy for the underclass--those who are stuck in horrible situations, in places where the nearest fresh vegetable, for instance, is three bus transfers away in the suburbs, and meanwhile they get criticized for eating junk food. I know my current situation is nothing like this. But I also suspect we are hardwired to feel worse about change for the worse than something bad that has been that way so long we are used to it. All I am saying is that when you feel things are rigged for the benefit of others, and when you furthermore feel that these other "beneficiaries" are cloaking their greed in virtue, wrapping themselves in platitudes like Freedom and The Unseen Hand of the Market, when in fact it is nothing but a license to grab for themselves not just an extra spot at the trough, but THE ENTIRE TROUGH, well it just makes you think how satisfying it might be to rise up and go berserk.

    O thin men of Haddam,
    Why do you imagine golden birds?
    Do you not see how the blackbird
    Walks around the feet
    Of the women about you?

    12. Prediction: depression, plague, World War, halcyon aftermath; repeat.

    13. Tonight's practice: 5000 yards.
    My fastest of our 14 x 200s was a mediocre 2:10. Must work and try harder. It is, I think, important that I keep my body in as close to age-adjusted superb shape as possible so that when the inevitable medical catastrophy strikes, the body will be able to survive long enough to exhaust the entire $25 million in lifetime benefits that my health insurer has promised is coming to me, and which I hope--with my last dying, brain-dead breath--to use to the final penny, out of nothing more than spite.
  11. Thursday, June 18

    by , June 18th, 2009 at 08:13 PM (The FAF AFAP Digest)
    No swimming today. Carrying on with the rest. My family sees all indications of the taper bitchies.


    I did go see my ART doc today, as my shoulders and calves are still twitchy. Not sure what the cause is. The doc says it could be tossing and turning in my sleep, or it could be the lack of weight lifting. Hulk thinks it could be that the overall workload on the shoulders is too high. He theorizes that this could cause a delay in the resting-discomfort phase, which is apparently a precursor to the happy rested phase. Hmm ... Seems like I've been kicking a lot and not doing pulls and chins ... Hopefully, they'll be happy on Sunday. They're not bad by any stretch, just have some "hot spots." (Pun potential) Walked around the mall today with day glo pink and blue kinesio tape.


    We also discussed the electrolyte issue. He agrees I'm likely dehydrated. He says, however, that Gatorade is "swill," no better than eating "bon bons and hohos. I told him about my travails with RecoverWrong. He suggested I try Endura. Used it today, seemed fine. Trying to drink more water.


    Checked the psych sheets for the Terrapin Cup.

    I'm right next to The [Speedy] Little Devil in the 50 back and Clay is another lane over. Hmm ... Will I drown in their wake or will they be so far ahead that I'll catch a draft? Jeff is seeded 3 seconds faster. Same situation in the 100 back. In the 50 fly, I have a good seed in the second to last heat right next to Fall Willdeboorse, who is a very speedy sprinter and kicks my ass in free. So that should be a good race.

    Haven't really formulated any specific time goals for this meet. Ideally, I'd like to go PBs in my 50 back and 50 fly ... we'll see if I rested enough and if I execute. I might be a tad disappointed if I don't go a 32+ in the 50 back. I went a 33.4 at Zones last year where I slipped some on the start. That's how 50s go sometimes.


    I am trying a new tech suit. As I've explained to a few of you, I don't feel comfortable with an old B70 and a fragile suit, and I need a suit for USA-S meets besides my "ratty" Pro. I'm trying the Rocket Science "Sprinter" -- brand new suit. (The previous version is still on back order.) This suit is on the 2009 FINA list and I'm told meets the new FINA permeability requirements for 2010. So I'm going to try on my size Youth Medium and see if it really fits. And, besides, who can resist that name? Picture attached below.

    I heard a rumor that B70 was handing out its new FINA compliant suits at the Santa Clara meet. They're not generally available now, but I wonder when they will be.

    Summer League:

    Stroke & Turn Question:

    I wasted my entire evening attending a stroke & turn clinic. Here, you must attend every 2 years. There was one question the instructor didn't answer satisfactorily, at least to my mind. I told Hulk I'd post it here, and he can give me his opinion, as he knows this stuff cold.

    Little kid approaches the wall for a backstroke turn. Kid first touches the wall on their back with their hand. Kid then realizes, OMG, I forgot to flip, so they spin and execute a forward flip turn. Is this a DQ? Once they touch the wall, does the kid then have to push off on their back to leave the wall and not be past vertical? Or even though they've touched the wall, can they hang their and remain in the "zone" of the wall, and you only assess whether they've pushed off on their back by watching the toes?

    Our team may get owned this weekend, as two of our best swimmers are off at summer camps. My Lil lil Fort is swimming her first A meet doing backstroke and evilstroke. I've been trying (very mildly) to encourage fly (though 8 & Unders don't do this in A meets.) I guess she could be my second evilstroker ... Whatever makes her happy, she hasn't liked swimming that much in the past.

    Updated June 18th, 2009 at 10:06 PM by The Fortress

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  12. Fri Jun 19th, 2009 FAST FRIDAY, went 58.1 100 LCM FR

    by , June 19th, 2009 at 11:33 AM (Ande's Swimming Blog)
    Fri Jun 19th, 2009

    weighed 213

    Richard Quick's service is noon today
    Life Celebration's around 2:00.
    Many swimmers & coaches are in town to pay their respects.

    Entered Zones with a different event lineup (below)


    Dove in FIRST
    6:30 - 8:00
    Whitney Coached
    TSC main pool
    swam with Todd, Chris, Larry, Nate, Kendall, Brandon, Amy, Jamie, & Jon
    Rich Hughey & 4 female swimmers who swam for Richard at Stanford, one was Sara from Wisconsin, didn't get the names of the others

    Warm Up LCM
    15 minutes choice
    did fr & bk ave 1:30 / 100
    went 11 or 1200

    Main SET LCM

    50 FR FAST for time in heats
    went 25.8

    20 x 50 fr on 1:15
    went 10 apart
    odds easy
    evens: FR fast from a dive 6 beat kick
    held 27's & 28's 26.9 on last one
    Instructions were to be within 3 seconds of the first fast 50

    50 easy

    100 FR fast from a dive in heats
    6 beat kicked the whole way
    went 58.1

    200 easy

    6 x 100 fr fast from a dive on 2:30
    went 1:06 & 7's on 1 - 5, 2 beat kicked
    went 1:00 on #6
    Instructions were to be within 5 seconds of the first fast 100

    300 easy


    USMS South Central Zone Long Course Championship Meet
    Fri July 18 - 19 2009
    Woodlands, TX
    Meet Entry Form
    30 Days away
    Entered the following events

    1500 fr
    50 fl
    100 fr
    50 bk
    200 IM

    400 IM
    50 Br
    200 FR
    100 BK
    50 FR

    Friday July 17th Aerosmith is playing with ZZ Top at the
    Cynthia Woods Mitchell Pavillion in the Woodlands
    Swim Workouts
  13. Swim n Lift

    by , June 19th, 2009 at 10:49 PM (The Labours of SwimStud)
    5 x 100 w/u Snork, snork, paddles, paddles, swim.
    5 x 200 build by 50's each 200 3:30
    200 EZ
    12 x 25 K no fins :45 Mx3, Fx1
    4 thru did about :10-15 RI (clocks sucked)
    50Kick fins
    25Swim 1 & 2 FR 3&4 FL. Did a very zippy 25 FLY felt like I nailed the stroke.

    500 EZ

    Lifted at about 85% today.
  14. I wish I were Superwoman, but I am meerly flippergirl...

    Today would have been my fourth day in a row of training. Yesterday I swam with a pulled hamstring and sore shoulders. Well, today they are worse. At least for now I am a person who needs a day off for recovering. I know I am supposed to time myself at the end of the week for the speed experiment and since I have to go out of town tomorrow till Sunday night I will just have to time myself on Monday. I feel I worked very hard this week and maybe if I give my muscles a chance to recover this is the smarter way to time myself. We'll see. I know I feel like have no strength today.

    I don't want to make too big a deal out of this in my mind...because that only leads to negative thinking about myself.

    I also have a very full day preparing for spending a wonderful week-end with my family in Boston. I am going to focus on that now.

    But I shall return!!! Don't give up on me...please! As I am not going to give up on myself.
  15. Femme, Freestyle, Flu, and Flip

    by , July 2nd, 2009 at 08:24 PM (Vlog the Inhaler, or The Occasional Video Blog Musings of Jim Thornton)

    It has been seemingly forever since one of my Vlogs has attracted 850+ hits (Spatulizaton Surgery) or 2000+ hits (my feature on swimming teammate, Meera "Will Swim For Polish Vodka" Ramsooksingh).

    I thought that perhaps the fault was in my recent propensity for depressive ruminations, so it seemed reasonable that throwing a CreamPuff swim in might counter the trend towards melancholia and downerville descent. However, the recent posting that featured the velocitudinous maiden generated not much more, if any more, vlog traffic than the preceding entry, which compared modern life to the urge to vomit and the hope you can avoid vomiting but can't.

    Neither extreme seems to have captured much of an audience. Thus today's entry will be my attempt to appeal to many, many different volg-experiencing constituencies.

    1. Femme. As you can see, I am leading this vlog with a picture of our favorite Mermaid, a former Miss Junior Teenager Pennslvania who is clutching in her very dainty mitts in the picture above the official paper documenting that she has finally managed to ditch her slave name and re-adopt her maiden name in its place. Congratulations to our cheerful teammate who is no longer the linguistic chattel of what some have described as a living "devil." Today is also her birthday. Mermaid, this vlog--and the extreme free publicity it is likely to generate for any of your future money-making schemes and/or attempts to get a greater number of Facebook friends than me--well, this is your birthday gift from me.

    What's that I hear?

    Nonsense, you must keep this present! I know it's expensive, but I wouldn't think of accepting it back.

    Okay, so much for the lecherous subset of the vlogging viewership.

    2. Freestyle After last Sunday's 4 hour tennis beating, during which the combination of exhaustion and defeat conspired to drive me into the ground, I went to swimming practice on Monday and was unable to make the intervals! I ended up doing the whole practice and then some, however, I was slow, exhausted, achy, chilled (despite the chronically high temperatures of our Y septic tank), and riddled with stomach pains (though this could have been the fault of a training meal of french fries, a chocolate milkshake, and chicken wings.) Anyhow, I didn't do anything on Tuesday save lie around and ache in a fluish way. On Wednesday, I forced myself to go to practice but gave myself permission to go extremely slow, swim nothing but freestyle, and leave at any time. I ended up feeling okay, provided I did not swim hard. Of 3400 yards, only two 50s were swum out of my comfort zone.

    Audience for above: swimmers looking for excuses to take it easy during practice when they imagine they might be sick.

    3. Flu. I've been reading about the 1918 Pandemic and trying to arrange some interviews for what looks to be my next article--i.e., what the worried epidemiological world is doing now in the hopes of preventing a mass casuatly tag-team scenario or bird and swine flu strains, coming back with a vengeance. In the process of preliminary research, i came across the theories of one Paul Ewald, Ph.D., one of the founders of evolutionary medicine. I had assumed that he subscribed to the notion that viruses, for the most part, evolve in the direction of less virulence (rather than more of it) over time, under the theory that it does a rider little good to kill the horse upon which he is speedily galloping. It turns out the evolutionary biology of pathogens is infinitely more complex, and the "lesser virulence" scenario holds mainly when transmission from host to host becomes more difficult. I don't want to bore you with concepts I myself have not yet mastered, but suffice it to say, and you heard it first here, I predict a relative paucity of deaths come this winter, though a reasonably high infection rate. If you are lucky enough to have already caught flu, but the case was so mild that you wrote it off as a cold, then you, madam or sir, are almost certainly sitting in the catbird's seat.

    Audience: me. I am really hoping that the last few days of achiness will be the only price I have to pay for not dying in November.

    4. Flip. In the regular threads, Anna Lea Matysek, blushing bride of our web master nonpareil, AKA, MR. Anna Lea Matysek, or "Jim" Matysek as he was known before he married Anna Lea, recently posed a question about cheap video equipment. I answered her question in words there on the thread itself. Then, desirous of a break in reading about virulence evolution, I decided to do a video review of my recommended cheap camera, the Flip Ultra.

    Here 'tis.

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  16. Sat on my ass all day, Saturday, June 3

    by , July 3rd, 2009 at 09:42 PM (The FAF AFAP Digest)
    Although I have no desire whatsoever to be a so-called "weekend warrior," I felt compelled to sit on my ass all day to rest the sore hammies. Well, I did technically stand for 3 hours (and, sadly, was forced to issue a couple backstroke turn DQs), but I did not seek to exercise in any way, shape or form. I went to a movie (Public Enemies -- not very good), drank beer and ate pizza with friends and failed to stretch.

    I was chatting with my sometime workout buddy Wally today at our local relay meet (he was exerting himself with a 25 breast). He informed me that we, in a lapse into the "it's just masters" mentality no doubt, had both missed the entry deadline for junior and senior champs. We were both sending out emails today to see if we could sneak into these meets.

    As I was doing this, I received the following email from my coach about all the events in the area:

    One local swim meet and lots of open water swims coming up. Feel free to enter:

    July 19 - DCRP LCM Meet - (outdoors!) Hains Point -Washington DC - (meetentries postmarked by July 10)

    July 11 - Swim for Life (1,2,3,4, or 5 miles) - Chestertown
    MD (hosted by DCAC)

    Jul 11 Captain Craig 1 mile swim - Ocean City, MD
    More info:

    Jul 11 1-3 Mile Open Water Championships (2 miles) -
    Canandaigua Lake, Canandaigua, NY

    Jul 11 Chris Greene Lake Cable Swim, Charlottesville VA -

    Jul 11 Swim for the Dolphins Wildwood Crs, NJ

    Jul 11 1st Annual East Hampton Ocean Rescue Ocean Swim -
    $35.00 day-of
    registration Registration begins at 7:00 A.M. at Kirk Park
    beach (next
    to IGA as one comes in to Montauk) Race time 8:00 A.M.
    Distances 2 mile, 1 mile, 1/2 mile swimming west to east
    along the
    bluffs of Montauk and ending at Ditch Plains Beach Shirts,
    caps provided
    All proceeds are going to the Montauk Playhouse Foundation
    and East
    Hampton Ocean Rescue Questions...e-mail John Ryan @ or call @ 631 324-2787

    Jul 18 Ocean City Masters Swim Ocean City, NJ

    Jul 18 Aquathlon: Stars & Stripes Swim 1.5 K / Run 5 K
    Riverside Park Tune Up Swim 1.5 K New York NY

    Jul 18 Greenwich Point 1 mile Swim; Greenwich, CT

    Jul 25 Swim Barnegat 1 Mile Swim Barnegat, NJ

    Aug 1 USMS 6+ Mile Open Water Championships (10 km) -
    Little Traverse Bay, Lake Michigan, Harbor Springs, MI

    Aug 8 - 2 mile Island Beach Swim - Greenwich, VA

    Aug 9 Grimaldo's Mile - Coney Island, NY -

    Aug 15 USMS 2009 2-Mile Cable Championships - Mirror Lake,
    Lake Placid, NY

    Aug 15 Against the Tide 1 Mile Swim Brewster, MA

    Aug 15 Save the Bay 1.7 mile Swim Newport, RI

    Aug 16 Pennock Island Challenge 8 miles Ketchikan Alaska

    Oct 18 - Bermuda Round the Sound 10K, 7.25K, 4K, 2K, or .8K
    Swim -

    Aug 22 Clean Harbor Swim Gloucester MA

    Sep 12 USMS 2009 3-6 Mile Open Water Championships (5 km) -
    Lake Michigan, Chicago, IL

    Sep 12 Brooklyn Bridge Swim 1K New York NY

    Sep 12 Swim for Life - Provincetown MA

    Sep 26 Little Red Lighthouse Swim 5.85 Mile New York NY

    Oct 18 - St. Croix 5 mile swim - St. Croix VI

    Seems a tad bit lopsided, no? I guess, if I don't get into my preferred meet, I could attend Hains Point. I just am not a fan of this pool or swimming backstroke outdoors.

    Someday, if I don't have a taper meet in the summer and am actually running more regularly (is that allowed for masters or did I just dream up the neurotic runners I know who wirelessly download their Garmin 405 workout stats?), I'd like to do the Stars & Stripes Aquathlon purely for fun. I guess this kind of low key fun is permissible, right?

    Updated July 4th, 2009 at 03:04 PM by The Fortress

  17. Why am I broken down?

    by , July 10th, 2009 at 10:50 PM (Elise's Fitness Fun)
    Got in a quick weight workout at the Y. Had to cut it short in a few areas to get to dinner on time.

    Bench press: 2 sets of 95 x 8
    Lat pull-downs: 110 x 10, 130 x 8, 150 x 6
    Military press: 2 sets of 50 x 10
    Triceps press: 2 sets of 40 x 10
    Alt. hammer curls: 2 sets of 15 x 10

    Pull-up/push-up set:
    3 pull-ups
    20 push-ups with bosu ball
    2 pull-ups
    10 push-ups with bosu ball

    Core work:
    25 crunches with Swiss ball
    25 bicycles
    25 good morning darlings
    25 back extension

    Toe raises: 10 front, 10 outward, 10 inward

    Question: I'm only swimming around 10,000 to 11,000 yards a week (still have to get in my workout tomorrow - am at 7500 for this week) and lifting twice a week. Yesterday, I could tell when I was swimming that I had that broken down feeling in my arms. How could this be? I'm not doing that much. Or am I? I've been lifting heavy weights, but surely I wouldn't feel that broken down with only doing it twice a week. I'd love to hear any thoughts on this.

    Updated July 10th, 2009 at 11:04 PM by elise526

  18. 7/11 LCM St Pete meet day 1

    by , July 11th, 2009 at 08:45 PM (FREEDom)
    Led off with the 1500. Seeded with a 19:00, swam a 18:50.29. 1st 100 was a 1:10.99, then settled in into a 1:15+ pace until 1200, then 1:18, some 1:16s, then a 1:14. I was hurting... I actually did a a few strokes of back at the 800 and 1200. I was tired, OK? Needed to check my splits in that scoreboard behind me. I have not really swam the 1500 all out, as I usually do an 800 (split 9:56.60), so if I can keep from doing that backstroke crap, I can drop a few seconds. Overall pretty happy with the time... anything under 19:00 was good with me. But room to improve. And glad its over. My triceps and lats tightened up terribly when I started to warm down. I could hardly warm down they hurt so bad. And as expected, it pretty much affected my swims the rest of the day.

    Glad to have a couple of hours before my next swim (the next event). Thankfully the 1500 was seeded fast to slow, hence the rest. Swam the 200 back in 2:34.80, split 1:15.79 2:34.80 (1:19.01). OK with that swim, but could feel the 1500, but not as bad as I thought. Beat my seed time by 0.20!

    Then came the 200 free. Ugh. This is where I really felt it. 2:13.95. Seeded with a 2:11.0. Oh well. Split 1:04.33 2:13.95 (1:09.62). Pretty ugly. I swam this meet a couple of years ago and did not swim the 1500 or 200 back before the 200 free, and went 2:09. Another local SCY meet also has a similar event order of 1000, 200 ba, 200 fr, and if I swim the 1000 and 200 ba, my 200 fr slows down by about 2 - 3 secs. So, today's lesson, swim lots, or swim fast. Chose one.

    Had about an hour rest. Swam a relay somewhere in there, and jumped early and got DQ'd. Then swam the 100 free. Went 59.06. Out in 28.0 by hand timing. Off my fastest by more than a second, and went 58.3 I think last year at the Colonies Zones, but pretty OK with it considering all the other swimming.

    Warmed down a bit, and swam another 200FR relay 160+ with Eduardo (29), Matt(28), George(56), and I (50) anchored. Went 1:48.+. Almost beat the SPM 120+ relay. Had a good race as Eric of SPM dove in just before me, but I caught about 1/2 way...but could not get past him, and he got me on the touch. Fun race!

    Tomorrow is the 400 free first event again seeded fast to slow, so I'll get some extra rest, which will help. Have the 50 and 100 backs, and 50 free at the end, which I'd like to do well in... my 50 splits on the relays were slow around 27.0, so not so sure. I've not been doing much sprinting. Its the last event, so nothing to hold back!
  19. Sat & Sun, July 19-20

    by , July 19th, 2009 at 10:46 PM (The FAF AFAP Digest)

    Feeling a bit jinxed about meets. On Saturday, Mr. Fort left to take the girls to the summer league meet an hour or so from our house for warm up. (I was supposed to follow with my Mom later, as they were both swimming in the second half of the meet.) Unfortunately, he left with both sets of car keys. So I missed both their meet and my own meet. I couldn't get there in time for warm up and positive check in. I was a bit bummed, as I was looking forward to the 100 back. No matter, I'll just see how it goes in Indy.

    Did 30 minutes on the indoor cycle and 15-20 minutes of Rc exercises



    explosive lifting:
    HS bench press, 50 x 3 x 10
    HS hi row, 90 x 3 x 10
    tricep press, 45 x 3 x 10
    total ab machine, 90 x 3 x 15

    external and internal rotators, 10 x 3 x 15, each arm
    seated straight arm dips, 60 x 2 x 25
    elevated crunches w/12.5 lb weights, 2 x 25
    windshield wipers, 2 x 20
    iron monkey, 1 x 25
    back extensions, 2 x 25



    700 warm up

    8 x (4 x 50) @ :55-1:00
    #1 = backstroke kick
    #2 = backstroke
    #3 = flutter kick w/board
    #4 = fly or br drill

    #1 & #2 = 10/8 SDK (like Chris, I'm a fan of hypoxic work during taper)
    50 EZ

    20 x 25 w/fins
    odds = alternate AFAP free, AFAP flutter kick shooter
    evens = EZ

    150 C/D

    Total: 3000


    Funny note: My son asked for the Hopper Deck for his birthday. Seems like the coach at his rowing camp is a fan of Cross Fit.
  20. Tue Jul 28th, 2009

    by , July 28th, 2009 at 12:13 PM (Ande's Swimming Blog)
    Tue Jul 28th, 2009

    Swimming Bans High-Tech Suits, Ending an Era

    13th FINA World Championships 2009 - Roma (Italy) are going on
    Day 3 finals begin at noon EST / 11 central
    Watch it on Universal Sports


    6:00 - 7:30
    whiteny Coached
    Garrison pool

    400 fr
    100 k
    400 fr
    100 k

    Main Set

    4 x 200 on 2:45
    4 x 150 on 2:20 breathe 6, 5, 4, 3 times per length
    4 x 100 on 1:20
    4 x 050 on 0:50 breathe 6, 5, 4, 3 times per length
    100 IM

    repeat above set again
    todd did the 200's on 2:40, had trouble with em, skipped a 100
    felt a little out of shape from missing work outs last week and sore from my long walk


    looking for a couple SCM Meets in Oct Nov or Dec, we'll see, want a fast pool & a big meet to provide more rest between events
    Swim Workouts
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