Dan Wallace, the sometime controversial 400m individual medlaye gold-medallist at the Commonwealth Games swam that distance in 4'11". At that rate, he would complete 1000m in 10-11 mins.
I did take some breaks, mind, after every 100m but there's no escaping that I'm a slow swimmer and probably am not going to get much faster.
I still can't do a proper freestyle, either. Since my lane swims are now in deep water, I've decided to leave learning to breath (properly) until later in the year. For now, I swim ~10 strokes freestyle and then do 2 or 3 breast strokes for breathing. It works for me.
The Commonwealth Games, that is, were officially opened last night in the host city, Glasgow.
The Games are, according to wikipedia, the fourth largest multi-sport event in the world. What makes the Games special is the fact that small territories compete under their own flags as do the Home countries (Scotland, England, Wales and N. Ireland) and places such as the Isle of Man, Jersey, Guernsey, and the Falkland Islands.
The Games include sports that are not found in other multi-sport events (such as that 5-ring circus). Lawn Bowls, Rugby Sevens and Badminton are core sports. Strangely enough, cricket has never been inlcuded.
I saw a little bit of the opening ceremony on TV - just the parade of athletes. The teams entered Celtic Park alphabetically by continental group: Asia, Oceania, Africa, Carribean, Americas, Europe. That was a neat way to break up the order. Each team was led by an adorable Scottish Terrier:
(Though it must be acknowledged that some Terriers entered in the arms of their handlers. Were there Terrier tantrums?)
I did not see any part of the musical ceremony but a rather cute Nessie made an appearance:
The colour of the shirt is the only thing that's wrong with this 'outfit' in my view. Its a bit bright and it clashes with the tartan. But the tartan itself is fine and works well with the mustard colour hose.
I'm delighted that Rory McIlroy won. He's had a rough year media-wise as he acknowledged in his acceptance speech. But his performance on saturday was truly masterful and he played with a calm steadiness on sunday that ensured that all his good work was rewarded.
His two closest competitors were two who I would have been happy to see win. Sergio Garcia has had a long career without a Major Championship win. He played very well yesterday. Ricky Fowler also played well and will surely soon win a Major.
A heartwarming moment occurred right at the end. With the TV cameras in him, Rory McIlroy could be seen waving someone towards him. That someone was his mother who seemed reluctant to rush up to her son. He was having none of it, and it turned out that this was the first time she's seen him win a major. There was a lovely smile from Ricky Fowler as he walked by and looked at the embrace.
Things have been quiet here of late...and may stay that way for a while.
I've had visitors - a gay couple from Ireland with whom spending time as tour guide was an unanticipated all round pleasure.
I've had a year's worth of dental work (I exaggerate but not by much) crammed into the past week. Nothing quite like a root canal followed by an implant procedure within the week, is there!?
But, most of all, my blogging has been affected by the sudden failure of my blog-reading app. When Google Reader died I hunted for a suitable replacement. It took a while but eventually I settled on an app called Caffeinated. Then, last week, it started to crash on loading. Every single time. I spent an hour and a half yesterday trying to clean up the database by removing blogs that I no longer read. Eventually I discovered that the app officially disappeared last march. I'll be travelling soon so finding a replacement, and settling unto a new reading/posting routine is something that won't be settled for a while.
As a follow up to my last post, here's a comparison of three top-level Scottish Highland dancers dancing the sword dance:
The young man in the picture went on to win the World Championships for a third time.
I think you can see how much crisper he dances, that he has more pizzazz in executing the steps. The young women are very good. Their steps are precise but they lack that something extra.
You may struggle with the music. A hazard of dancing at Highland Games is that one must deal with pipe bands playing at the same time as the piper for dancing. Dancers learn to tune in to their piper. Unfortunately, its difficult on this video to pick out the sword dance music.
I know it's Bastille Day (among other things...) but I was surfing things Scottish this morning and came across this fantastic performance of the Sword Dance by 6 - count 'em - six guys. Amazing! And, and amazing performance. As sexist as it will sound and/or be, there is nothing quite like the sword dance performed by guys. Girls have the precision but they just don't project that same power.
I don't quite remember the fuller context of the phrase but it was a bit unexpected coming from one of the guys who rent the house next to mine.
They were out on their deck, and I was sitting on mine having my dinner. I don't know if they knew I was there but I tried to make enough noises to alert them. Our decks are 6 ft apart and although their's is shielded from view, sound - i.e. words - does travel.
The guy who uttered these words was, not long after that, moved to complain about the internet reception on his phone.
That prompted one of the others to tell him to turn his phone off and stop acting weird.
And, by acting weird, he included the fact that the guy had, a little earlier had been making a bouquet of flowers. I didn't see what all was in it but it did inlcude some lilac.
I had seen him cut the lilac. Their trees border on my garden. They are also in their front garden - on quite a busy road.
I had gone out to try and prop up a peonie that had been flattened - I suspect by a cat. While I was doing that I looked up to see neighbour guy cutting lilac. In his underwear. To say that I was startled is an understatement. He was standing in his underwear - and nothing else - in broad daylight right next to a busy road curring sprigs of lilac. Light grey underwear.
He had an athletic build and, of course, I wanted to do nothing but perve. But that would have been rude. Or would have marked me in his eyes as one.
So, I wasn't surprised by the 'acting weird' remark when it was delivered. By then it was clear that he was basically enjoying the warm afternoon chewing the fat with his roommates wearing his underarmours.
I'm never quite sure who lives in the house next door. Over the years a good number will go shirtless as they pitch washers. The current crop are the hottest, with the best most athletic bodies.