It’s been a long time since I last wrote a diary entry. When I first started to write about what happened with me and my swim on the Short Course National last December I was always getting so badly excited in front of my notebook that I stopped only thinking about it. The only thing a wanted was to forget about it and never talk about this experience anymore.
I needed to get some distance before I was able to write something that can be published on the Race Club website. And that’s the reason why it took me so long to share with you what I think all of you have a right to know. It just wouldn’t be fair to write such positive things about the Race Club and their training methods. I was asking myself how I would feel if someone was saying to me that they went through the best training program on earth and didn’t beat anyone, anywhere, anytime.
Now laying on the couch in the Race Club house and seeing the sun for the first time again after a long period of cold and grey weather in Switzerland, I think I found a way to finish what once started with so much anger. Read more
THE ART OF TAPER:
The taper is more of an art than a science. It is impossible to have a formula that works for everyone. There are many factors that need to be taken into account including age, training history, sex, muscle mass, and race distance.
AGE and MUSCLE MASS: Older athletes tend to have more muscle mass, this comes with maturity. More muscle needs more rest.
TRAINING HISTORY: If you have trained 20 thousand meters a day, six days a week, for the last 11 months your taper can last longer than the swimmer that has gone 5 thousand a day, 5 days a week for the last 3 months.
SEX: I am not a sexist. Females GENERALLY need less taper.
DISTANCE: Obviously swimming the mile does require more aerobic capacity and a long taper will rest the muscles but cut into that aerobic base. Read more
Happy New Year!
I used to swim for Eddie Reese. He used the quote, “Practice doesn’t make perfect, perfect practice makes perfect.” That is true.
The problem with doing 9 to 10 thousand meters a practice is that it is nearly impossible to hold a perfect stroke through that distance. Things get sloppy with fatigue; look at some of those flip turns out there, and they don’t change to perfect for the big race. Watch the starts of the 1500 guys at the Olympics, most of them are TERRIBLE. I think that it’s safe to say that for the most part the further the distance a swimmer claims as their event, the worse their stroke technique, start and flip turns are. They sacrifice this for more aerobic capacity. Read more
Have you inspired anyone this past year? We all have the opportunity every day. You don’t need to win Olympic medals to help someone, to make a difference, to give. Remember that: not just during the holiday season.
I’m going to tell a short story, an embarrassing one. During my junior year in high school my family took a trip to Cabo San Lucas, Mexico. At some point I met a beautiful girl from Palo Alto. She invited me to go out with her that night. I snuck away and we went to a club. We ordered a couple of drinks each and the bill came. I had twenty some dollars and it wasn’t enough to cover the bill for both of us. She didn’t have any money. I was panicked, not so much because I was embarrassed. At that age I was quite familiar with embarrassment. I was panicked because the waiter was very upset and his waiter friends were closing in around me as I tried desperately to explain in broken Spanish that the LA Dodgers hat I was trying to offer him was worth about $15. Read more
Although I would have loved to stay longer, Friday, October 28, was the day I had to leave Islamorada, the Race Club and my new friends. My flight back to Switzerland was on a wonderful sunny and warm afternoon only one week after Wilma. By the time my plane took off, I knew that at home the winter season was about to begin and the “shorts and T-shirt” season was over for me. After 8 hours of flight time, our plane approached Zurich Unique Airport. It was so foggy that you could see absolutely nothing and I could only feel that the plane had landed.
But let me start a bit earlier and tell you something about my last day in Islamorada with the Race Club. My last day in Islamorada was a bit different from “the business as usual” day of which you have perhaps already read about in one of my former diary entries. Besides, you should also know that almost every day in Islamorada is different from the next, even if there are some (nice) habits. Read more
We made it through a serious hurricane season. Thanks for your concerns. Sadly, we lost our Lexus LX 470 in this last storm to a speeding tree and our storage shed is off to Oz. Our second annual fundraiser at the famous Joe’s in South Beach has been postponed due to the hurricane. It is now on December 11th. The event raises money for The Gary Hall Jr. Foundation for Diabetes. My very pregnant wife Elizabeth has worked tirelessly to make this event happen. I’ll tell you more about the foundation later.
My wife and I are expecting our first in December, hopefully not during the event.
This Aqua Notes is going to cover briefly, where The Race Club comes from, where we are, and where we are going. Read more
My time here in Islamorada is almost over. At the time I am writing this diary entry, there are only a few more days left and then I have to go back to Switzerland (in the winter!). I feel very much “at home” here and I know I will miss everybody and everything!
But before I leave, I want to tell you about the Race Club and how it makes me feel. I found a good way to explain how it might be when you may come to Islamorada for one of the Fantasy Camps. You may or you may not know the TV show “Pimp My Ride.” So let me give you a short introduction to this TV show.
“Pimp My Ride” is a show originally shown on MTV. The concept is simple – they take a car which is old, thought to be unfashionable, falling apart, or some combination thereof and WWC (West Coast Custom) “pimp” it. Read more
Not a long time ago I was sitting on the couch and Michelle came through the door. During the 3 weeks Michelle spent here in Islamorada, things really got started!
If you have followed my diary entries so far, you already know a lot of things Michelle and I were doing together here in Islamorada. But yes, it was all about fun. Swimming with the dolphins, fishing with Mangrove Mike, going out on the boat to snorkel or watch the sunset. But that’s only one side of our Race Club life; don’t think that all days had been relaxed like these. We also did a lot of serious work!
So let me take you through a “typical” workout day. All started at 9 a.m. at the pool with the morning water session. This first workout took about 1.5 hours. And after this, there were several ways to continue our day. Depending on what we planned to do in the afternoon, the morning session was followed by core work (abs and stuff like this and boxing) or we went straight ahead to the next step which was breakfast at Mangrove Mike’s (also very important!). Our “business as usual” breakfast was chocolate chip pancakes for Michelle and the country wrap with grits for me. Read more
I really never thought that something like this would happen to me. But life goes its own way and it happened. Since last week, I am no longer a stranger to the Islamorada District Sheriff!
I already told you that I went out with the Jeep to get familiar with the Keys environment, and this time I got familiar with the American law. So let me start with a short lesson in American law.
STATE UNIFORM TRAFFIC CONTROL (Chapter 316)
316.126 Operation of vehicles and actions of pedestrians on approach of authorized emergency vehicle. Read more
When I decided to come to Islamorada, the only thing my mom told me was that at this time of year, Florida was having hurricane season.
I had never really thought about something like that and had never really been scared of it. I didn’t even think about what it would be like going through one of those tropical storms or hurricanes. But I did it twice, and everybody has told me that this is a great story. So I want to tell you the stories about these two hurricanes (storms).
The first, named Katrina, went through the Florida Keys during the night. This was after my first week, when I lived with Anthony in the house near the canal to the sea. We didn’t even know that a hurricane was announced to hit the Keys. The day before the weather was still great (sunshine all over). And even in the evening the weather was okay. It started raining a bit, but none of us even thought about something like a hurricane. Read more