The pool is 50m long, and there are 4 roped off lanes where "lap" swimmers can do their thing. I put quotes around lap because I use the term loosely. The slow swim with the fast, the talented with the amateur, and the serious with the leisurley. As any seasoned swimmer knows, this can be frustrating. Surviving warm-up at a meet where your competitors are actively trying to maim you is enough, I don't need to get kicked by someone doing sloppy elementary backstroke when I am trying to better myself.
Through the intense training I received between the ages of 8 and 20, I learned that you ALWAYS swim into the wall and that you ALWAYS finish your set. No excuses. You pass with care so as not to drown anyone, and you STAY OUT of the middle of the lane wall to accomodate others. Apparently, the rules are not the same in Bratislava. I was minding my own business and warming up with a 500, alternating strokes. I was doing backstroke, took my 3 strokes into the flip turn, flipped over, and found that I had NO ROOM to complete my turn. I quickly tried to move my body so I didn't hurt anyone, and they moved out of the way, so I finished my turn and kept swimming. That's what you're supposed to do, you keep swimming. Later, after I had finished my set, I was talking to Mattia about doing some intervals when I felt a poke on my shoulder. I turned around, and a Slovak guy said something to me tersely in his own language. I obviously had no idea what he was saying, so I responded "I'm sorry?" as innocently as I could. "You speak English? You be more careful" he scolded condescendingly, as if my first language was the main reason for my misdeed, and that it made me stupid.
First, let me say, I REALLY hate being singled out on the basis of my background. Second, I despise when people challenge my intelligence. I am an American, not a stereotype, and I have a world class education. I am trying my best to acculturate myself into your society. However, I do not apologize for trying to get in a real workout. I realize that I didn't stop after I somehow managed to turn when you were obstructing my lane, but honestly, you seem as though you have some experience with a swim team, please act like it because:
(A) I have the right of way as a swimmer in motion
(B) I am actually abiding by the rules, and attempting to get a REAL workout in, not just socializing in the water with my friends in between 50's
(C) I was doing BACKSTROKE, therefore, I CANNOT SEE YOU
(D) Even in my state of being out of shape, I AM STILL FASTER THAN YOU. GET OUT OF THE WAY.
There were other swimmers in the pool that realized I was behind them, stopped at the wall, gave me a "pardon!" (which means "I'm sorry!" in Slovak), smiled, I smiled back, and we kept going. Why couldn't that guy do the same? Had I emasculated him when I nearly took him out with my legs? I don't know. I tried to shake it off, told him I was sorry, and switched lanes. Mattia, who watched the whole thing happen, agreed with my assessment of the situation.
All I know is that the majority of the young adults swimming in that pool could learn from this.
(there is a link there. click on it.)
6 comments:
Well, it was bound to happen sooner or later. On the scale of "negative encounters," that's not a bad one. No fisticuffs, bruises (other than to the ego) or other altercations - just a polite "I'm sorry," and you're on your way. Public pools are more of a challenge to swim in than warmups at a State meet, because not everyone is schooled in the etiquette. Any many swimmers, despite a lack of talent, will become proprietary about "their" lane, and demand the space. Such is human behavior.
I'm glad you remained calm, brushed off the situation, and continued to act as a polite guest in the country. Those who react badly to such encounters merely justify the label "Ugly [country of citizenship]".
at least your first bad encounter was only an exchange of un-pleasantries. mine was an attendant on a bus trying to make out with me after helping me find the bus to guayaquil. so apparently abroad they assume americans are dumb AND slutty. you encountered the dumb stereotype, i encountered the slutty. such is life of an expatriot.
Just remember you may see this guy again or he may be the son of the Mayor, or your future boss. Be ready with a humorous Slavic quip, like, "I'm working off my dumpling". And be careful not to say, "You are a dumpling". Now I am off to tease Dad about his typo.
How rude.
You're so poised, good for you.
Shame on him, bad form for sure.
I say you should have kicked him. That would have solved the issue in my book any day. Then, he would title that nights diary entry as "The day I was scarred by an American because I am an idiot"
yes, that would do quite well.
:D
Nobody should mess with Hannah, especially if she has a lunch box.
Neighbor!! I read almost all your blog, I wouldn't comment a post, but here we go:
HAHHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
OH MY GOD, what a scene! haha
I definitely have to join you guys in this swimming battle :P
Cyu on the halll ;)
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