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is Frances, my mom, smooching my dad. Bischoff men are very
kissable. She passed away on April 14, 2000. She was 70 years
old. |
Here's me
actually swimming. One mile = 35 laps. Training regimen: coffee,
bananas, burgers, beer, and fries. |
This is
me between laps. I'm working on doing the whole mile non-stop.
Maybe next year. I promise: no burgers or Marlboros the night
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| This is another
between-lap shot. I was making "pool bubbles." |
Here's me
after doing the mile. I'm not flexing. I'm cramping. |
This is me
with the official certificate. It's going next to my college
diploma, which wasn't as much work as swimming a mile. |
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True story: A week before
the swim, I was bodyboarding at Stinson
Beach. As I paddled forward, I realized the beach was
going backward. I was in a riptide being pulled offshore.
About a quarter-mile offshore, I said to myself, "Ma,
I'm doing this swim for you. Willya please cut me some slack?"
About 5 seconds later the lifeguard paddled up to me, and
towed me in. So here's to Mark and Alan, the Stinson Beach
lifeguards who made it possible for me to make the swim! Otherwise,
I'd be floating by the Philippines by now...
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Swim a Mile
The Women's Cancer Resource
Center (www.wcrc.org),
in Berkeley, CA, helps women with cancer. Each year they sponsor
the Swim-a-Mile event at Mills College, in Oakland.
I do this in memory of
Alice Boyle, the mother who gave birth to me, and Frances Bischoff,
the mom who raised me, and to honor the women in the lives of all
those who joined me in fundraising.
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