At the tender age of seven, I learned
to swim at a boys’ club in Hollywood. I competed for years on the club’s swim
team, and also for my high school. With my Red Cross WSI certification, I worked
a couple of summers as a lifeguard and swimming instructor. After watching the
Olympic team trials in 1976 (just across town in Long Beach) I thought, I
can do that. John Naber, a resident of Los Angeles like myself, became my
new hero.
I went into serious training soon afterward, with my sights set on the 1980 Games in Moscow. I spent about six hours in the pool, almost every day. My workout included running, bicycling (on my shiny new Schwinn Varsity ten-speed!), and weightlifting. This effort lasted just over two years. And then I quit. Just couldn’t keep up the pace, with so many other important things battling for my adolescent time and attention.