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The Olympic Post
I have been home three days now and breakfast time has moved from 3:47PM to about 8:04AM and awakening time has migrated from 4:17AM to a more civilized 5:49AM. So I am almost back to normal. (I will wait for the laughter to stop.)
We all seem to be caught up in Olympic fervor. Though listening to my lovely wife and son complain about NBC's coverage makes enjoying what is being show somewhat like an Olympic event all by itself. In all honesty the quality of the coverage on NBC is far better than the BBC, but the breadth of coverage on the BBC is very impressive.
As I started the Olympics in Jolly Ole England, not sure why it is called that? Wonderful folk there in Britain, but jolly might be a tad exaggerated. I started my trip after the country had been bashed by 6 week of "pissing down rain", unquote. I arrived and naturally brought brilliant sunshine and higher temperatures in a matter of minutes. And in a matter of hours occupants of the Island Nation were beginning to complain it was too warm. But I digress.
Since we were all in Olympic mindset, Mr. Nash and I began an intensive training program of events for which we would be qualified. It was quickly decided that due to his advancing years, I would be the athlete and he would be the trainer and spiritual coach. After all Nadia Comaneci had Karoly, Spiz had Sherm Chavoor, and Michael Phelps had Bob Bowman, so it was natural to write the record books as Cronin with Nash.
Training began almost upon arrival. We went right to a pub my first night at Chez Nash aka Nashville. It was an old pub appointed with actual turn of the century (Last century) rail cars. We worked out a rigorous workout schedule that would even scare Coach Welch and the SMCHS Eagle's football team facing the dreaded "Double Days".
After just a few practice attempts, we were ready for our first event. Now the parallel bar is a very challenging floor apparatus and must be approached very carefully. The bars are set a 6 foot 6 inches off the floor and are 17 inches apart.
The wisdom of Coach Nash was invaluable in this event as he knew he could not lift me off the ground to get on the bars and that I would become permanently lodged between the bars until I experienced a slow anguishing death.
Douglas made a few modifications to the event and along with several HSE (UK equivalent of OSHA) clearances, the principals at the pub allowed a public demonstration of me executing a perfect 10 point parallel bar.
Drug tests came back clean, but there were some blood alcohol level issues.
After resting several days following that incredible feat, we were at yet another pub and I had a epiphany for another event. After a quick stop at a local liquor store, we ready to begin training for our next event. Again the resourcefulness and local knowledge of my coach was instrumental in me getting quickly up to speed in an event I had never even considered.
Coach Nash got all the equipment ready right there in the kitchen of his Hillview Estate. Before long I was executing one after another 4 inch Beam attempts.
Again, there were no doping charges brought up unless you consider me being a bit of a dope, when in reality I am a half wit, not a dope, to be clear.
Later that same day while recovering from several 4 inch Beam exercises, Coach Nash seized upon another amazing bout of his resourcefulness and my athletic prowess. To his credit, Douglas remembered my interest in working out on the 70 pound heavy bag. Once I had informed him that was the weight of the bag and not the cost of the bag (bada bing, 2, 3, 4) he had the idea that I should participate in a Boxing Event.
Under the way too sunny skies of England (I know this as hundreds of Brits told me it was too sunny and hot) my only fear during the boxing match was getting too much sun.
The next day, were walking the Nash Estate getting to know the full lipped and lovely looking Holstein Friesian Cattle, we came upon another incredible Olympic Event. Douglas noticed how spry I was avoiding be trampled to death by his (rented) herd of cattle and immediately could see me defending myself as a swashbuckler of days gone by.
He suggested I try my hand at fencing.
This activity was executed without the aid of hormones or alcohol.
So illustrates the amazing team of Nash Cronin and their 2012 Olympic adventures. My sincere thanks to Douglas and Glen for inspiring me and motivating me through this demanding agenda of physical draining performances. That would be Douglas Nash and Glen Fidich, Glen Livet, Glen Morangie, Glen Cadam, Glen Dronach, Glen Garioch, Glen Ord, Glen Turret, and Glen Ugie to name a few.
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Since 7/11/2012
