Congratulations to Cullen Jones!

I have had my eyes glued to the computer screen and TV, watching the Olympic Trials in swimming.  Although there were more than a dozen U.S. Masters Swimming members who made cuts and were competing in Omaha, I was cheering the most for Cullen Jones.  Although Cullen won a gold medal, along with Michael Phelps, as a member of the freestyle relay team that won gold in 2008, he had just missed making the team in his two individual events:  50 meter and 100 meter freestyle.

I had the honor of meeting Cullen, in April, 2010, when I competed in my first U.S. Masters Swimming Nationals meet, at Georgia Tech.  It was only my second USMS meet as a newbie and I was a bit intimidated by the level of competition at the meet that included Olympians, such as Rowdy Gaines- and, Cullen Jones.  But, that quickly melted away when I met Cullen face-to-face…

While warming up in the dive tank, Cullen was in the next lane and we turned towards each other when we both reached the wall.  Recognizing him, I introduced myself and wished him luck in his 50 meter showdown against Nicholas Brunelli.  Cullen was friendly, humble, and gracious, while flashing his trademark HUGE smile that could melt any heart.

After the race (which he won), he was kind enough to pose for this photo:

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And, he honored the request of everyone else who either hoped for a photo or an autograph from the star swimmer.  He never stopped smiling…

Fast forward to USMS Spring Nationals, this past April, in Greensboro, NC, and there was Cullen, warming up in the lane next to mine- again.  Sure enough, we both came in at the wall and were face-to-face, just as we were back in 2010.  I said hello, again, and reminded him of that time two years prior when we first met.  Again, he was as friendly, humble, and gracious as could be.  And, when I asked him if I could get another photo taken with him (because the one in 2010 wasn’t as clear as I had hoped), he said, “Sure!”  So, I hopped out, ran up to the bleachers, grabbed my camera from Bruce, and high-tailed it back to the warm-up pool.  One of the volunteer staff members was kind enough to take photos for me, so I quickly gave him the camera and started towards the edge of the pool, so I could hop back in and stand next to Cullen.  But, before I could even get close, Cullen hopped out in a flash, threw his arm around me and flashed this million-dollar smile:

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He insisted on knowing if the photo came out and asked to take another one, just to make sure:

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Now, at this point, going above and way beyond, you would think he would have either hopped back in the pool to complete his warm-up or continue on his way to prepare for his big race against teammate Bryan Lundquist.  Instead, he started asking me questions about my camera and about the attachment (Flip Back) that I had on the back.  And, all the while, he was the nicest guy.

He did eventually get back in the pool and won his race.  Here is the post-race interview:

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What impresses me about Cullen Jones is where he has come, since almost drowning as a child, because he didn’t know how to swim.  Not only has he become an Olympian; he has done this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a80uWqrkivE   It’s a short video and well worth a look.

Now, in 2012, he was making another attempt at earning a spot on the U.S. Olympic Swimming team; this time, hopefully, in individual events, as well as the relay.  Many had some doubts whether he would make the team, saying he was spending too much time with Make a Splash and not enough time training.

Cullen Jones proved his doubters wrong.  Not only did he earn the second spot on the team in the 100 meter freestyle (from an outside lane, no less); he beat out the entire field and WON the 50 meter freestyle!  Cullen Jones will be heading to London to compete in 2 individual events, four years after placing 3rd in both of those events, at the trials.

Cullen Jones may not come home from London with a gold- or even a medal- but he is good as gold in my book.  Good luck in London, Cullen!  I’ll be cheering for you from across the pond!

(For more info. about Make a Splash:  http://www.usaswimming.org/DesktopDefault.aspx?TabId=2093&Alias=rainbow&Lang=en )

I am Definitely a ButterNUT!

Before I fill you in on what happened at the pool today, it occurred to me that you deserve my THANKS(!!!) for reading my blog.  Surely, I have worn out your patience by now…  And, surely, you must be wondering when I am ever going to get back to Illinois in my blog!  Soon.  Really.  I promise.

But, first, I would like to share an e-mail I received from Sally, the owner of Gold Coast Guest House B&B ( www.bbchicago.com ):

Wow, Elaine…..you are so talented!

Between the gorgeous photos & the copy…you should TEACH blogging.

With your permission, I would like to forward it to the Chicago Tourism Bureau. (they send me Travel Writers & other Media people).

I think they would enjoy the photos & commentary.

Thanks again to you & Laura for choosing the Gold Coast Guest House & for your nice comments in your blog.

42 years shows a wonderful friendship!

Warm regards,

Sally”

Sally’s e-mail made my day!  I have greatly appreciated the comments you all have sent via e-mail or on this blog, but, you are my friends and family; perhaps a bit subjective in your assessment.  But, this one came from somebody who barely knows me.  It really made me feel that perhaps you weren’t just being subjective after all.

So, off to the pool I went, feeling jazzed about Sally’s comments; just the extra spark I needed to inspire me to… fly. 

For those who don’t swim, butterfly is more commonly known as “fly” to those of us who compete in swimming.  And, it is known as the most demanding stroke; especially racing it at the 200 meter distance.  But, that was definitely not what I did today.  Endurance fly is a completely different animal (insect?) than racing the stroke.  It’s slow-going; keep the kick easy and the glide long.  And, breathe every stroke; a necessity to survive swimming butterfly for any distance.

So, today, I set out to break my personal best of swimming 900 yards of fly non-stop; a mark I hit two weeks ago, after I realized I really could swim 200 yards of the stroke and perhaps race it someday.  This time, I placed the camera on a tripod, so Bruce wouldn’t have to hold it for 20 (or more…) minutes.  And, this time, I gave him my dive slate, so he could keep track of my yardage for me; something I neglected to do last time.  (If I had known it was 900 yards, do you think I would have stopped there with only four laps to go to make it to 1,000?  It was only after viewing the video that I realized I came up short.  But, I was still ecstatic at having made 200 yards, so what the heck?)

The camera started and off I went, keeping a watch on deck for a quick look, now and then.  The first 200 yards was a bear, but once I got over that hump, it was starting to feel good.  When I hit the 900 yard mark, I took a quick look at the watch:  20:00; thirty seconds quicker than last time.  Cool!  Only four more laps to go to make it to 1,000!

Little did I know, shortly after the 1,000 mark, the camera decided to stop recording and write to the memory card, instead.  Perhaps the file got too big?  But, Bruce started the camera up, again, a few strokes down the pool.  So, I have two videos of my swim;

Part 1: http://youtu.be/4PJouksr3wI

Part2: http://youtu.be/BfKKZa3uUYM

The camera on the wall was keeping track of my swim, too, though, and the time stamp on my videos was, as well; just in case you have any doubts about me actually doing this.  Besides, Bruce was my witness!  And, we all know what an angel he is, right?

At this point, I decided to keep on going, because I still felt good; no pain in the shoulders and plenty of energy left in the tank.  Maybe I could make it to 1650 yards (known as “The Mile” in swimming competition)?  Yes, I could- and, I did!  From what I can tell between the two videos, I reached the mile in 37:39; slow, for sure.  But, I did it!  And, I kept on going…

At the 2,000 yard mark, I saw two legs right in front of me on deck, just as I touched the wall.  Uhhh-ohhhh!  Bruce came over to tell me the memory card was full and stopped after 1,825 yards.  @*#%!!!  Yes, I really did say it.  Loudly.  (I hope the kids at the outdoor pool didn’t hear that nasty word.)  But, I could have kicked myself in the *&@ (butt) for not having my larger memory card in my camera. So, feeling like the butter was taken from my fly, I quit.  I know I could have kept going, too.  I was feeling goooood!  And, as I sit writing this post, I am not even feeling sore.

When Dr. Braun, the surgeon who operated on my shoulder read that I had swum 900 yards butterfly, he sent an e-mail with this reply:

Elaine,

Amazing!!! When I want to go 900 yards//// I take the car!

Dick Braun”

I wonder what he’ll say about me swimming 2,000 yards of fly… Surely, he is thinking I am a NUT.  And, yes, he would be right.  Officially, I am a “Butternut”, qualifying as a swimmer who has swum 500 yards of butterfly (or more) continuously.  This is my t-shirt:

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And, with that, I now leave this loooong post, once again, nowhere near Crystal Lake (or anywhere else in Illinois).

Soon.  I promise.  Soon.

All Aboard! And, We’re Off to Crystal Lake

What I enjoy most about writing this blog is reliving my travels.  Between editing my photos and writing these posts, it just feels like my vacation never ended.  So, these last several days, since my return, has been pure nirvana.  Take Friday, for example; the perfect day to me.  It started with a swim workout with my friend (and coach), Mike, over at the Steve Lundquist Aquatic Center.  Since I usually train alone (except for Mike’s September – May, Tuesday & Thursday, adult swim program at the same pool), I have to rely on 100% self- motivation to push myself hard.  So, getting in the lane next to Mike is the extra push that I need to make those intervals and “keep on swimming”; just like Dory pleaded to Nemo, in Finding Nemo.  Mike is faster than me, but I know just how far to allow myself to fall behind him to keep up and not let him get completely away.  If that distance grows, I’m in trouble.

I had recently completed a self-challenge to see how far I could swim non-stop butterfly, just to prove to myself I could swim the most difficult race in swimming:  200 meter butterfly.  I was so happy to just to make it to 300 yards that I lost track of my yardage after that; I just kept going and going…  But, Bruce was shooting video, so I knew I could count up the yardage while watching it later.  I was shocked to I made it to 900 yards!  Hrummmph; if I had known I only had 4 more lengths of the pool to go, I would have listened to Dory and kept on swimmin’.  But, Bruce had given me that “if looks could kill” look, so I stopped.  He was tired of filming me and worried about my shoulders; especially the one that was operated on for thoracic outlet syndrome.  I was fine, though, and never got sore at all.  So, two weeks later (today), I will be making another attempt, as soon as the pool opens; this time for 1,000+ yards.

Anyway, back in the pool with Mike, he said, “Well, now, the next step would be to see if you can swim a broken 500 butterfly and see if you can increase your speed and make the intervals.”  By “broken”, he meant swimming it in increments of 25 yards on a set time interval.  But, the intervals get shorter as you go, which means that the rest periods get shorter.  And, that means you have to swim each 25 yard increment faster, just to make the interval.  So, he set the intervals at 4×25 yards @ :45, 6 @ :40, 6 @ :35, and the last 4 @ :30.  Since I had already swum half of my yardage before I attempted this set, I was so whipped by the end that I swam the last four continuous, just so I could make the interval. But, I DID IT!  And, did it again on my other slowest stroke; backstroke.

That 3,600 yard workout was one of my best ever; it felt great!  So, I kept the feeling going by editing my photos and writing my blog, after I returned home.  Nirvana!  Writing is like swimming; I get in a zone and time just slips away…

My perfect day continued with a visit from my “twin sister of a different mother”, Melody, and her husband, David, who is our next door neighbor’s son.  They are the friends we stayed with in Virginia, during last month’s trip to Washington, D.C.  We have grown close with the two of them; always a lot of great conversation and tons of laughs.  So, our evening was wonderful; enjoying conversation, drinks, and Bruce’s “Everything But the Kitchen Sink Pizza”. (I was supposed to swim in the Georgia Games the following day, however, the meet was canceled.  So, I enjoyed what has become a rare occurrence:  Drinking more than one glass of wine.)

The following day, yesterday, was more of the same:  Swim, edit photos, write blog, and dine with Melody & David, while they are still in town.  And, today?  You guessed it:  Swim, edit photos, write blog, and dine with Melody & David.  I could get used to this!

But, I digressed…

Why were we going to Crystal Lake, anyway?  Laura’s step brother, Wayne, and his wife, Jeannie, invited us to stay with them at their home.  I had heard so much about them over the years and was very much looking forward to finally meeting them.  So, we planned on spending two nights at Crystal Lake, before flying home…

…It seems as if the train has had a delay.  And, in reality, it did.  It was only a couple of stops before ours that the train came to a stop on the tracks.  After a 70-minute delay (if memory serves me correctly), we found out why:  A fatality on the tracks by the previous train.  When we were finally allowed to proceed, we passed by a tarp on the side of the tracks; a covered body.  And, a little bit further, at the intersection, a cluster of police cars and an ambulance.  What a heart-wrenching sight that was; especially since we later learned the victim was only 18 years old.

Rather than leave you with something so tragic, though, I will at least try to brighten it up with a brief look at downtown Crystal Lake; a very small but charming city center oozing with small-town pride. And, finally, what we are convinced is the house of The Seven Dwarfs.

I’ll be back with more, after my swim!

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Elaine-iaK, Debaru, and Anne-with-an-e

Although I am registred on the USMS (United States Masters Swimming) Discussion Forums as “ElaineK”, some of my forum swimming buddies (“Forumites”) call me “Elaine-iaK”; thanks to Ande, another swimmer on the forums who decided that to be a more appropriate name, due to my enthusiam.  There were other Forumites, however, who weren’t exactly enthusiastic about my use of blue Comic Sans MS font for my posts.  And, as a result, I was on the receiving end of some harassment; not all of it good-natured.

One day, I received a private message from another Forumite, “Debaru”, who just didn’t like the treatment I was receiving.  Debbie sent me a very nice, encouraging message which turned out to be the beginning of a terrific friendship.  As it turned out, Debbie, who now lives in Arizona, grew up just four miles from me!  She was seven years older, so we never knew each other, but we attended rival high schools (swam on our school’s teams) and hung out at all the same places.  For all I know, we passed each other many times, in Long Beach, back in those days; especially at the beach, in the summertime.

So, our banter back and forth via private messages and e-mails consisted of comparing our parallel childhoods, remembering places from our past.  It was like we had grown up together- but, separately.

Soon after, it was time to attend 2011 Spring Short Course Nationals, in Mesa, Arizona, very close to Debbie’s home.  Debbie wasn’t planning on swimming at Nationals, being new to competition; she was just going to attend and cheer her friends on in their races.  I convinced her that if I could swim at 2010 Nationals, at Georgia Tech, as a USMS newbie, she could swim at Nationals in her home town, too.  It took some arm twisting, but she agreed.  As one of a contingent of just eight swimmers from Georgia, I headed out with Bruce, to Mesa, and met Debaru for the first time.  What a blast!  And, after it was over, we celebrated:

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We continued to keep in touch, sharing our swimming aspirations, successes (and not-so-successful-attempts), looking forward to meeting up another time in the future.  When my sister and mom planned to throw me a 50th birthday party, Deb drove out and joined in on the celebration, as well as some swim training.  Poor Bruce; all he heard from us during our time together was swimming-this and swimming-that!  As a non-swimmer, I’m sure we drove him nuts.  But, he was a good sport, and even waited on deck for us to complete our workouts.  Here we are, looking baaaaad:

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And, not so bad, afterall…

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So, after having such a blast together, we invited her to come see us out in Georgia.  Hey, while we’re at it, let’s swim in a meet together, here in Georgia!  I swam at a meet in her state; why not join me in mine?  So, last week, she flew out to see me and Bruce and compete at the Classic City Georgia Masters Long Course Meet, in Athens, this past weekend.  Bruce was smart this time, suggesting we make it just us girls, and leave him behind for some peace and quiet.  So, we packed the car and headed north to Athens, arriving the afternoon before our meet.  And, we talked, and talked, and talked…  Swimming, Long Beach, swimming, music, swimming, family, swimming, well…you get the picture!

The following morning, we arrived at UGA (University of Georgia at Athens), for the first long course meet of the season; one that counted for me as part of the Championship Series.  I wasn’t feeling too confident, coming off a muscle injury and a week away from the pool, while we were in Washington, D.C.  I was just hoping to survive; my only goal being to get through the meet without further injury.  And, if I could win high points in my age group like I did at Georgia Tech, in April, I would be 2-for-2, leaving just one more event to swim this year to clinch the trophy.  (It takes three of the four events to qualify, but I have enough points to win it if I compete in the open water swim, in July.)

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Athens’ pool and facility, in a word, is awesome.  But, long course (50 meters, rather than 25 yards for short course), in a word, is looooong!  I had not competed long course since 2011 Summer Long Course Nationals, in Auburn, so I wasn’t mentally (or physically) prepared for competing in such a long pool, where the walls seem miles away.  But, I did it before, and, surely, I knew I could do it again.

Before suiting up, I ran into my team’s matriarch, Anne Dunivin, who is 95 years old!

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She is the sweetest, most positive woman; an absolute joy to be around.  I call her “Anne-with-an-‘e’ “, because that is how she introduced herself to me, more than one year ago.  She reached across the lane line at the Steve Lundquist Aquatic Center pool and said, “Hi!  I’m Anne; and that’s Anne with an ‘e’!”  So, when I cheer her on, I yell, “Gooooo Anne with an e!”  I also like to affectionately call her “Queen Anne”, since, she is the Queen of the Killer Whales.

Anne is amazing; she even swam the mile (that’s 1650 yards!) at 2012 Short Course Nationals, in Greensboro.  And, she has been breaking records every time she races, because she just “aged up”.  First, she broke them in the 90-94 age group.  And, now, she is breaking records in her new 95-99 age group.  She is bound and determined to age up to the 100-104 age group, so she can break the records of a gal who just set new records, as the first woman to compete in that age group. I’m convinced she’ll do it; no worries there.  She is as healthy as can be, gets around under her own power, climbs up and down the ladder, and swims multiple events at meets.  Last April, I was honored to compete in my first Senior Games (Geezer Games!) with her, where she won all gold medals (I won three golds and two silvers).  We were the book ends at the meet; Queen Anne was the oldest and I was the newbie.  What an honor posing for this photo with her, along with the other female medal winners.

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Here is some trivia about my friend, Anne Dunivin:  From what I hear, she was the first female to graduate from Emory University with a degree in chemisty.  She is one smart cookie!

I want to grow up to be just like Anne-with-an-e.

So, as it turned out, Anne broke more records in her 95-99 age group (it helps to outlive your competition…) and I won high points in my youngin’ age group, 50-54.  There were no best times for me at this meet, but I was happy to complete my five individual races and relay with no further injury to my leg.  But, let me tell you, swimming the 200 meter breaststroke (considered one of the most difficult races in swimming, after the 400 Individual Medley, 200 Butterfly, and Mile; not necessarily in that order), is one tough race to swim long course.  With every stroke, I kept hearing Bart Simpson’s voice in my head; the one in Bruce’s silly gag Simpson watches that asks, “Are we there yet?  ARE WE THERE YET??  ARE WE THERE YET???!“, when you push the button.

By the time I finished that race, I was pooped, but I still had the 100 meter breaststroke to swim, as well as the 50 backstroke (immediately following) and the 50 breaststroke.  Then, I had to swim the 100 meter breaststroke again in the relay; the same (almost) relay that made FINA World Top Ten Rankings, in 2011, for the 200+ age group (combined ages).  This time, though, the only other relay teammate to compete with me was our butterflyer; an awesome swimmer.  But, we were missing the other two gals who were much faster than their replacements.  I still swam my heart out, beating my earlier time by one tenth, but we ended up coming in more than two minutes later than the previous team.  Oh well; no record this year, but it was fun!

There is nothing like the feeling of touching the wall after your last swim race of a meet.  Just ask any swimmer; they’ll tell you how euphoric it feels.  And, for me, the more difficult the race and more events I swim, the better it feels; especially long course.  Can you tell how happy I was?

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Debaru (55-59 age group) walked away with two blue ribbons and two reds!  And, I took home five blue ribbons for first place finishes (thanks to little competition in my age group).  We felt pretty good about that…

Since my videographer, Bruce, didn’t come to the meet, I only have one race video; the relay.  If you are curious to watch it, go to:  www.YouTube.com/Ekrugman1 .  If you fast forward to the 3:00 mark, you can catch me (attempting) to swim breaststroke.  There are other videos from past meets, too.

The following day, Bruce packed up the ‘yaks, along with me and Deb, to go paddling at Lake Dundee, a few miles up the road.  It was a fun being out on the water again.

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So, Debaru headed back to Arizona, today, and we have a bundle of great memories from our time together.  She got a great taste of the south (At Southern Pit Bar-b-que, Saturday night, I asked the waitress for a knife, rather than negotiate the BBQ pulled pork sandwich with my hands, fearing I would ruin my beloved “Forumite” t-shirt.  The waitress responded in a very thick southern drawl, “I can bring you a bib!”  Uhhh, no, that’s ok; I’ll take a knife, thank you very much…).  And, I think she really enjoyed it out here in Sun City (AKA “The Old Folks Home”, as Aquageek from the USMS Discussion Forums calls it).

Next up for Elaine-iaK and Debaru:  2013 Summer Nationals, in Mission Viejo, California.  WoooHOOO!  We’re comin’ home!!

“SWIMMING” ON THE RHINE RIVER

This post is for my U.S. Masters Swimming friends…

While cruising the Rhine on the river boat, my current home away from home, I didn’t want to miss out on the scenery by working out in the gym.  So, I killed two birds with one stone by “swimming” the Rhine while up on the top deck.  I, of course, can’t swim the Rhine; the current runs too fast and the water is too cold.  Besides, we’re cruising…

Warm-up:

Walk laps around the deck for 15 minutes, followed by my favorite Swimmer Magazine shoulder stabilization and dynamic stretching exercises.  Finish by setting up my circuit training; attach my stretch cords to the railing on deck.

Main Set:

Walk 2 laps; fast pace, about 5mph speed.

Stop and “swim” a 50yd freestyle, 50yd fly and 50yd breaststroke on stretch cords; count strokes to match a typical swimming 50.

Walk 2 laps fast, stopping on the second lap to grab my Hammer Nutrition water bottle (from Summer Nationals) for sips of water while I walk.

Stop and drop for 10 military pushups

Walk 2 laps fast, stopping along the way to grab my camera and snap a shot of the castle.

Stop and “swim” (same as above)

Walk 2 laps fast

Stop and drop for 50 stomach crunches

Walk 2 laps fast

Rinse.  Repeat.

Continue routine for desired time period; one hour for me, so I wouldn’t miss my favorite breakfast from the buffet:  Muesli with tiny flat squares for bittersweet chocolate, topped with fresh fruit and yogurt. 0

This was my favorite dryland travel workout yet.  How about you?  What was your favorite dryland workout, when swimming was not an option?

CASTLES OF THE RHINE AND WINE IN RUDESHEIM

Yesterday, we departed the Moselle and cruised the most beautiful part of the Rhine.  While doing my morning workout of walking laps around the top deck, I enjoyed the beautiful sunshine, once the fog burned off.  Our View along the way was of castles dotted on the mountainside, on each side of the Rhine.  What an amazing sight!  And, as we cruised along, Nico did a commentary, telling us the history of each castle.

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Lunch was traditional German fare; perfect after gazing (and gawking) at castle after castle.  We were greeted at the entry of the dining room by our chef with Bavarian pretzels and served tall drafts of Beck’s beer by our servers.  Lunch was a delicious buffet of all the usual German favorites.

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We arrived in Rudesheim in the afternoon and took a short bus ride to the Schloss Vollrads winery, for a wine tasting.  This winery has the distinction of having its wine served to first class passengers aboard Luftansa flights.  And, yes, the wine was good for German wine, however, my personal tastes definitely lean more towards California sparklings and zins, rather than German Reislings.  Throw in a New Zealand pinot noir or sauvignon blanc or an Australian shiraz and I am a very happy camper.  But, I did enjoy our winery visit; especially seeing the tower that dates back to 1330 and the main house, dating back to 1684.  In the dining room, the wallpaper was made of calf skin leather and had painted designs!

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The most interesting thing about Schloss Vollrads wines is the innovative glass stoppers that are used for each bottle.  In addition to the glass stopper, a screw top is used to prove the wine seal has not been broken.  But, the glass stopper is completely air tight and can be reused- in their own bottles. (I was given one to take home, however, it will not fit other bottles.)

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Following our wine tasting and tour of the main house, we were taken back to Rudesheim for free time to explore the town.  I found it to be quite touristy, full of tacky souvenir shops.  But, it also had some charm that made it worth a walk around.  I had hoped to follow it with a swim in the local bad (pool), located very close to our dock, however, I would have had only a very short time to swim before closing time.  So, I settled for a photo instead and wandered back to the ship for dinner.

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SWIMMING AT BERNKASTEL-RUES’ SCHWIMM BAD; A FRIEBAD

Translation:  I went swimming at Bernkastel-Rue’s swimming pool; an outdoor pool.  Rue is on the other side of the river from Bernkastel, so it is all known as one place; like Buda and Pest, as “Budapest”.

I don’t have any photos to show you, because I was afraid to bring anything of value with me, just in case there were no lockers.  It was a one mile walk each way to the outdoor 50 meter pool, located in a recreation complex next to the schools.  Nico, our program manager, found it for me on the internet and provided a map, so I could find my way there after our walking tour and free time in Bernkastel.

I had plenty of time for my swim, since we stay tied up until this evening, when we continue our cruise up the Moselle, back to the Rhine.  But, I intended to get there and back in time for our wine tasting onboard; even though I am not a fan of German wines.  What the heck!

As it turns out, I had no problem getting back in time.  The air temperature today is in the low 60’s and the water temperature was 68!  Needless to say, I kept up a brisk pace, just to stay warm and had to cut my workout short, because of the cold.  But, it was heaven!  I had the pool to myself; I was the only swimmer!  And, the view from the pool was of the steep green mountainside, covered in a patchwork of grape vines.

The pool was a true Olympic-style pool; 50 meters and 8 lanes, with a similar system as Auburn University’s pool.  NICE.  It felt great to swim for the first time in 11 days.  And, now, my souvenir from my swim is the scent of CHLORINE on my skin.  Ahhh…  (Odd reaction, I know, but other swimmers understand.

On my one-mile walk back from the pool, I happily munched the cheese sandwiches the chef so nicely put together for me, while the other passengers were enjoying their full lunch aboard ship.  I attempted to gather a sandwich together from the offerings on the lunch buffet and throw it in my Ziploc, but the chef insisted on packing me a lunch, instead.

I must say, this afternoon’s swimming experience was a unique one.  I have never trained in a European swimming pool before, nor have I happily walked down the street with a bag slung over my shoulder, scarfing  cheese sandwiches with a spring in my step!

Check back soon for a full post on the non-swimming portion of our cruise down the Moselle and our visit to Bernkastel…

Packing For European River Cruise Brings Back Memories

I haven’t been this excited for an upcoming trip since packing for my 2009 circumnavigation cruise of Australia!  Two of the best trips I have ever taken were with Vantage Travel, on previous river cruises of the waterways of Belgium and Holland, and Central/ Eastern Europe.  So, I am EXCITED!

Packing for my trip also brings back memories of an item I brought on a previous trip that, uhhh, failed.  It was my Speedo training suit that I brought on a Caribbean cruise, last October, to wear in the ship’s pool.  Here is an excerpt from my travelogue of that trip explaining just what happened:

…So, this morning, when I went out on deck to check out the weather and view, what was the first thing I saw? A 50 meter competition swimming pool, just a few blocks away from the ship! This is a first, for sure, and a cruel temptation… Why “cruel”? Well, let me tell you…
 
A few mornings ago, I was praising the virtues of my Speedo Endurance suit (50% polyester/ 50% PBT) to my mom, going on and on about how much longer it has lasted than I had predicted. So, off I go to the pool for a one-hour “swim”, happy as can be. Why do I say “swim”? Because the pool is really more of a wading pool, considering the size. But, I had it all to myself, so I attempted to swim my “laps”. For my swimming friends, this is how it went: A light push off, no SDK, no DPS, and five shortened strokes gets me to the end; that is, if I stay in the middle and aim for the steps to the further wall. For breaststroke, it’s one good stroke after the turn, followed by a shortened stroke. Don’t even get me started on backstroke or fly… But, hey, I’ve gotten really good at egg beater kick with my hands up in the air! And, my sculling drills? Awesome! Such is the life of a swimmer aboard a cruise ship…
 
So, I get out of the pool, pop over to the bar to refill my water, swim more “laps”, get out, dry off, bend over to pick up my stuff, and happily trot back to my cabin for a shower. I wash out my suit, let it dry throughout the day, then grab it to throw back in my drawer. Ohhhhhhh noooooo! Burst seams- everywhere; especially a BIG one, right in the butt! Oh my!!! Who did I flash, back at the pool? Who did I moon? What were THEY thinking???
 
Now, before you start blaming weight gain and the great cruise ship food, I haven’t gained an ounce; my clothes fit great. I just believe my Speedo Endurance suit has chosen to endure no more… After a period of mourning the death of my ugly purple and white flowered suit (purchased for a steal on clearance) and secretly jumping for joy that I finally get to buy a new one; hopefully better looking, but at the same low $28 price, I went up on deck to perform a ceremonial burial at sea. My suit and I saw some great times, this year; even a National Qualifying Time for 50 yard breaststroke. But, it was time to say goodbye… At the conclusion of my well-wishes, I stopped short of tossing it overboard, though (of course!), because I didn’t want to pollute the ocean. Save the waves!
 
I am now suitless on this cruise. And, there is a 50 meter pool next to the ship. Cruel…
 
Edit:  So, what comes up next on my packing list?  A Speedo, in case I find a pool near our river boat dockings!  And, what shape is my current Speedo Endurance suit?  Well, the stitching is coming out of the neckline and the elastic is exposed…  The seams are looking quite worn…  Uh-oh; could this be deja vu all over again?  Stay tuned!