
This is an excellent read from an NCSA swimmer (Katleen Lyon, ‘09, King George, VA). A great example of what one can do to help themselves get a competitive advantage and gain valuable lessons of character building. I as a former coach, would love to see a high school athlete take on this type of adventure for their summer training!
I was never expecting to spend my whole summer in Colorado to train high altitude with my former coach. I was planning to go on several college visits and spend my summer the way a normal seventeen year old would. Everything changed at the beginning of April when my swim coach, Damon, told my swim team, the Potomac Raiders (Virginia) that he was leaving at the end of April. He was planning on moving out to Colorado to be closer to his family. Damon would reside in the Glenwood Springs area and coach the Sopris Barracudas.
After having my coach leave at the end of April I was stuck to train on my own. There was not another coach to take over but the Raiders board was searching frantically for another coach to take Damon’s place. Halfway through May and still no coach stepped in for the team. I was a little worried because what if I didn’t get one till winter? Thoughts such as that were running through my head.
My good friend and swim buddy, Jackie, came up with the idea to follow our coach out to Colorado. When I first heard this idea, I thought she was crazy. I had been on training trips several times for a week but not a whole summer! I kept thinking what am I going to do about college visits and what will happen when July 1st comes around and my parents aren’t with me to talk to these colleges?
Over the next several weeks my parents and I discussed the pros and cons of this trip. In the end I decided to take the trip. I think what really convinced me to go was I was emailing two college coaches and they said I should take the trip because it would change my life for the good. By the middle of May all of my plans were final. I was to leave June 8th, the day after school ends, spend seven weeks in Glenwood Springs, and have three separate host families. I would spend two weeks with my first two families and three weeks with my last. And each family had younger children, so I would be the adult in the family and it was going to be something new considering I am the youngest in my family. I never really dealt with younger siblings so it would be an experience.
June 8th came by quickly and before I knew it I was leaving my home for the airport and I would be in Glenwood Springs later that night. I was looking forward to the whole trip except when I arrived at the airport my coach told me that it was going to be about eleven when you arrive to your family’s house and there is practice at five-thirty in the morning, so be ready! I was not expecting that but I knew that training early in the morning was what I came out here for. Finally, after a three-hour flight and driving for another two hours, I arrived to my first host family. It was around eleven o’clock and the young ones were sleeping so the parents showed me my room and said they would see me in the morning.
Morning was rough because I was sleep deprived and I wasn’t ready for the cold weather. I walk outside in shorts and a shirt and didn’t realize that it was maybe a high of forty at that point. I ran back into the house and grabbed my sweatshirt. My coach ended up picking me up every morning because he lived maybe a mile away. Around 5:30 we arrived at the pool and it was empty which didn’t surprise me at all.
Jackie was already there and within five minutes our coach was yelling at us to jump into the pool. I figured the water would be refreshing but it was actually freezing! It got my body moving until I swam one length and realized I couldn’t breathe! I completely forgot that I was about 5,000 feet above sea level and my body was not used to it! I wanted to ask my coach if he could find me an oxygen tank or some sort of oxygen device that would give me air to breathe. I knew from that point on that this training was going to be harder than expected. It was one day down and fifty-six to go.
As the first week wrapped up I was becoming more comfortable with my first family. It was hard being the older sibling because I have never dealt with little kids and I have never been the oldest sibling in the family. Actually, looking back at it now I am so happy I am the youngest in my family! Then, my first weekend in Colorado my coach had a dual meet up in Aspen, but I did not participate in it because my coach felt that I was adjusted to the altitude yet. So I sat there with the younger kids and made sure that they got to their events and that relays were put together.
During the older kid’s session when my coach did not need me, my friend Jackie and I decided that we needed to tan so when we get home we look nice and brown. BAD IDEA!! We laid out there for a good two hours and afterwards we were extremely burnt. I realized then that we were closer to the sun and that made us burn even more then we normally would in Virginia. I ended up going back to my host family’s house looking like a lobster.
I ended up swimming my first meet the second weekend I was in Colorado and surprisingly enough I did exceptionally well in the meet. I swam the 800 free on a Thursday night and I dropped over fifteen seconds while taking first place, obtaining the fastest time throughout the whole meet and taking the pool record. That was more than likely my best swim throughout the whole weekend. The meet lasted till Sunday and I think my coach was extremely impressed considering it was only my second weekend training in high altitude.
Two weeks went by quickly and before I knew it I was off to my third family. This next family was going to be a little different because there were two twins that were fourteen years old and another that just turned sixteen. I was no longer taking care of younger ones so it was kind of nice. I actually ended up sleeping on a pull out bed in the basement, but it was in front of a huge screen T.V. so I couldn’t complain.
By then practice was running smoothly, I still had to practice from 5:30-8:00 every morning and 5:00-6:30 every night. It was a struggle and I was extremely exhausted every day but I kept thinking how this is going to greatly improve my swimming.
Half way through my journey I was ready to go home. I was exhausted from having a meet every weekend, swimming at 5:30 in the morning, and I was just home sick. I was really missing my family and friends. At that point I was starting to count down the days until I returned home, but it never seemed to make the days go by faster. Luckily, I made new friends out in Glenwood and they were extremely supportive and always made me feel better.