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Michael Phelps: No He Wasn’t

If you are experiencing the effects of breast cancer and treatments, you may not feel like exercising, but keep moving anyway. Even if you only feel like moving your arms around, go through a daily exercise routine. Staying on routine will keep you from giving up on exercise. It’s as much of a mental workout as physical to keep yourself moving forward.

 Swimming Through the Olympics

 After visiting one of the hospitals NBCF supports, I went back to my hotel to relax. At the end of the day I wanted to energize my body, so I went for a swim in the hotel indoor pool. I wasn’t too thrilled with the location of the pool because I had to flip flop my way through the hotel lobby wearing a tropical cover-up over my swimsuit–stylish, but slightly out of place.

When I arrived at the pool, I discovered I left my room card that would get me into the pool area, back in my hotel room. I asked for help from a nearby attendant, who responded, “We’ll get someone over here right away with a key.”

They did arrive quickly, but the pool room was dark. “Could you have someone turn on the lights, please?” I said.

“We’ll get an engineer right on it, Ma’m.”

Here came the engineer with tools hanging off his belt and a handy bag to solve any electrical problem necessary. He walked in the pool area, flipped on the light switch, didn’t say a word, and walked out.

Huummm. The whole pool to myself, I thought. This should be nice. I was vigorously working my way from one end of the pool to another in laps, enjoying the spaciousness of a pool as wide as it was long.

In walked a more than pudgy guy who jumped in the opposite end of the pool from me. He Michael Phelped his way toward me like an inflated, disjointed squid. I was stretching out in the water when he came up behind me and whacked me in the back of the neck. This was déjà vu. Click here to read about my experience when I was karate chopped in a pool at a health club and got a concussion.

The memory of that event flashed before me and before I knew what I was doing, I turned to him and said, “Do you see this line?”

He didn’t take his eyes off the imaginary line I drew down the middle of the pool as far as my arm would extend. As he looked up, I said, “Don’t cross over it.” I was half-way kidding, but I think I scared the guy because he swam away as fast as he could mumbling something with “Ok” in it.

The pool was calm again as I continued my swim. In walked two men. The skinny guy couldn’t take the cold water which was pleasantly cool, so he sat in the hot tub for 10 minutes while a bulbous man started his exercise routine. The pool was 3′ deep for about 1/3rd of the pool length, then gradually sloped to 5′. His swim routine, not one in the Olympics, was to walk through the water from one of the pool to the other, back and forth. He may have exerted his knees, but little else.

That pretty much did it for me. I had experienced all of the Olympics I could handle for one night, so I went back to my room to enjoy the real Michael Phelps on TV.

I think next trip I’m going to take my Pilate DVD’s instead.

Thought for Today:

“It may sound strange, but many champions are made champions by setbacks.” -Bob Richards

Live Life,


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