Category: Swimming to China
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Let’s Have Chinese
As someone who grew up in the 1960’s China didn’t loom large in my world – with one exception – Chinese food. As the largest country in the world under Communism, China wasn’t on the radar. No one we knew traveled there, we didn’t have any products made there (everything was from Japan), and whenever…
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Wet and Cold!
Okay, so I can swim – but in the winter? What’s up with that? I wonder about that too. What weird compulsion do I have to jump into very cold water and attempt to swim? I don’t have a coherent answer – other that it gives me a real high. And, I guess there is…
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Getting Wet
I always loved the water – pools, oceans, lakes not so much but I learned to enjoy them during my 30+ plus summers at Beaver Lake. My early swimming could best be described as “frantic dog paddle.” And going into water over my head? Not a chance. Over time I became frustrated at this…
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My Athletic Career
Whenever I wallow in a little self pity over my lack of athletic accomplishments Diane reminds me to knock it off – and she is right (as she usually is!). I guess because I was born with cerebral palsy and wore leg braces until I was six the thought of me doing any sports activity…
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HUH?
Huh? “You’re going where?” “To do what?” “When?” Yeah, China…to swim…in January Then their eyes get narrow and they look at me quizzically no doubt wondering if I am joking. When I say I am not joking and there really is an International Festival of Winter Swimming in Shandong, China and that I am going…
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Swimming to China
So I was selected to go to China to represent the Coney Island Polar Bear Club at the ‘ International Festival of Winter Swimming’ in Shangdong, China. HUH? Seth in a sporting activity? Swimming? In the winter? In China? What kind of joke is this? Well it is happening. And I figured I commence this…
Swimming to Jerusalem 