Just Try One More
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Behind the swimming story was a deep struggle of the relationship with her mother. The intensity of this relationship is part of what drove Penny to achieve her goals.
Early in her life, Penny discovered that she had a talent and passion for open water swimming. After a setback when she was ten years old, she set her sights on the Olympics of open water swimmingthe English Channel. After college, she traveled to Europe on a Watson scholarship that allowed her to study with the national teams in nine countries and train for her attempt to break the record for the English Channel.
Part of the reason Penny wrote this book was the hope that she could help others tackle any of their life challenges and realize their own dreams.
Penny Lee Dean
Penny Lee Dean is a history graduate of Pomona College and also earned a master’s and then an EdD in administration from US Sports Academy. This is her fourth book, an autobiography, which tells the story of her open water swimming career, her relationship with her mother, and her drive to become the fastest swimmer in the world.
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Just Try One More - Penny Lee Dean
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ISBN: 978-1-4525-8499-7 (sc)
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Balboa Press rev. date: 12/30/2013
CONTENTS
Dedication
List of Photographs
My Family Relationships
A Step Up?
Pomona College And A New Career
Ocean Circuit, 1975
Third Season At Pomona College
Preparation For The Catalina Swim
One Month To Go
Catalina Here I Come
The After Affects
The Final Year At Pomona College
To Begin Again
The Tests
The Double Crossing
The Watson Fellowship
The Final Leg
The Finishing Touches
Is That The Coast?
Epilogue
DEDICATION
I am dedicating this book to my mother, my family, and my ocean teammates. I am also dedicating this book to Siga who taught me to believe in myself and become a stronger swimmer and a better coach. I thank her for all she did for me. Lastly, I would like to thank all of my coaches from Spud Abbot, Charlie Sava, Ray and Zada Taft, George Haines and Claudia Kolb, Nort Thorton, Jim Montrella, Tennie Barnes, and GaryTroyer.
I wrote this book to inspire others to Just Try One More. I hope each of you conquer your goals!
LIST OF PHOTOGRAPHS
Cover-Penny warming up feet in English Channel
Penny preparing for mental swimming
Miss California, 1957
1st year Russian river, 1962
Dean Children-Penny 7, Barry 3, Brian 12, Carolyn 14
25,000 yard swim to raise money for English Channel swim
Party at Dottie York’s home celebrating the various swim
Night of single crossing, leaving from Siga’s
Getting ready for single crossing Wed 1st, 1976
Siga and Penny on skiff for double crossing
Siga greasing Penny as Boy Scouts cheering for the swimmer
Start of swim of double of the swim
Mrs. Cleveland gave me a dozen red roses
Dinard, France Training Beach—tide is out
Beginning of the 36,000 meter swim
Part way through the 36,000 meter swim
Finish with 3 pacers—World Record by 20 minutes
Training spot, low tide in Folkestone, England
Harbor in Folkestone, England low tide
Penny entering water on choppy day
Outdoor sea pool, unheated
White Cliffs of Dover, Shakespeare Beach start of swim
Grease up on way to Shakespeare beach
Completed greasing up
In dingy on way to beach
Townsend Passenger Liner passing at 45 minutes
Frances taking stroke counts
Penny feeding, Barry holding pole
Penny swimming through kelp
Sealink from France, France in background
Wind picking up
Wind getting rougher and started to rain
One mile to go
Penny walking on shore
Penny walking to skiff
Penny and Mom hugging on skiff
Penny temperature taken by Dr. Smith
Temperature taken a long minute
Penny warming up in sleeping bag
Penny at party after swim
Ray and Audrey Scott at party
Nancy Smith, Penny, and Dr. Smith
Six days after English Channel swim 17 mile Winderamere
First women at Chicago, 3 weeks after England—10 mile swim
1982 World Cup Team—Dean, Patterson, Munatones
Assistant Coaches for English Channel Relay
1990 English Channel World Record—single and double
1991 Perth World Championship Team
1991 Pan Pacific Championship Team
1991 Pan Pacific Coaches
Penny and Katrina resting
Frances, Katrina and Penny at Disneyland
Penny and Katrina at Haldemen Pool preparing for Halloween
Katrina and Penny in crib
Our family—Claudia, Penny and Katrina in Alaska 2009
1979 Receiving Rolex watch for fastest swim of summer
INTRODUCTION
M y hands were sweating profusely as I tightened my grip on the rubber handles of the crutches. The cold wet sand tingled between my toes. Seventy other swimmers stood beside me, awaiting the start of the Santa Cruz one mile pier swim. It had been just a month since I lay in a hospital bed preparing for a knee operation. I still had not walked without crutches. For three days I had been able to swim, for therapy, the doctor said, but nothing strenuous. For five months, the longest layoff of my swimming career, I had been out of the water. At nineteen, I was considered over the hill. Should I quit swimming after this year? What was left for me? How could I make a comeback at nineteen? Would I fade out as so many other swimmers had at college? Or would I continue?
I knew I had to continue. I had not completed my dream: to swim the English Channel. Until I did, I could not quit swimming.
This dream emerged when I was ten years old. By my tenth birthday I had been swimming for over eight years, first on a country-club level in San Mateo, California, then on an AAU team in San Francisco coached by Olympic coach Charlie Sava.
After three years, the daily commuting (about one and a half hours, depending on traffic) had taken its toll on me and my family. It was too difficult for my family so, therefore, I began training with Ray and Zada Taft of the San Mateo Marlins. This is where my dream of swimming the English Channel emerged.
One day, Ray came to me and asked if I wanted to swim the length of the Golden Gate Bridge. I was ten years old at the time. If I completed the swim, I would be the youngest female to have done so. However, this was not the purpose of the swim. The point was that regardless of a person’s age she could learn to swim and that drowning was pointless. Another teammate, eight-year old Bruce Farley, would also make an attempt.
Bruce was about fifty-two inches tall and weighed about eighty pounds. I, on the other hand, was fifty inches tall and weighed a mere fifty pounds.
One afternoon we had the distinct honor to speak with Gertrude Ederle. She was the first woman to swim the English Channel, and did so in record time in 1926. She told us not to swim in cold water as we would go deaf, but if we wanted to do it, then good luck! If we began prior to the tide change, the swim was only a mile in distance and would take about twenty-five minutes. If the tide changed, instead of a calm swim, we would encounter water rushing back out to sea. This gradually picks up speed until it reaches a maximum of nine miles per hour. Another difficulty was the water temperature. The swim was planned for mid-September. During this month, the water temperature ranges from the high fifties to the low sixties—not the best temperatures for swimming.
In order to become acclimatized to the cold water, the Tafts had us train in the San Francisco Bay once or twice, and in the 100 yard Fleishacher’s Salt Water Pool in San Francisco. After successfully completing the various stages of training, it was decided that we would swim on Saturday, September 18, 1965.
What a day! I can vividly remember it. The air was filled with excitement and a sense of apprehension.
Various newspaper reporters wanted interviews, and someone asked me to stand at the edge of the pier and gaze towards the bridge—the Golden Gate. It looked like a gigantic orange metallic monster with outstretched arms grasping the land for support, and at the same time it was beautiful.
Later, Bruce and I watched an old fisherman as he struggled to pull in his line. His face strained with pain as he lifted the fish onto the dock. It was a shark. I had never been so close to a shark before. It was only a baby, maybe two feet in length, but it seemed as big as me. A reporter had us stand by the shark for pictures. I said with a smile, He probably couldn’t bite off more than a finger or a toe.
Our coaches quickly ushered us from that end of the pier. Everyone was getting a little anxious because the eight o’clock starting time had come and gone. The swim had been delayed because the motor of the support vessel would not start. Almost an hour had passed by the time Bruce and I climbed into the boat to leave for the starting point off the rocks at Fort Point. We would be swimming from the San Francisco side to the Marin side. The delay created some problems that could not be overcome. The tide was changing under the bridge and at the later time there was more of a possibility of encountering merchant ships.
As the boat approached the rocks, it was decided that no grease would be applied to our bodies. The swim could not be delayed further. However, the water temperature was in the high fifties.
Quickly we entered the water to begin our ever-changing swim. The expected one-half hour swim was extended due to the vicious tides we encountered under the bridge. As we slowly approached the halfway point, we were abruptly stopped. A huge sugar ship was approaching. We were instructed to tread water until the ship had passed. If we had been too close, we would have been sucked under the ship. For fifteen minutes we floated motionless. I was very cold. All the while I kept thinking that maybe we should have applied the grease to our bodies so that we may have been warmer.
Finally, we started swimming, only to be stopped less than fifteen minutes later. Again we had to tread water. I was miserable. I do not remember complaining, but within ten minutes after starting up again, Zada asked me if I wanted to get out.
She asked me! I was cold and tired, so I gave up. I quit. As I climbed up onto the boat and watched Bruce complete the last four hundred yards, I cried.
After Bruce finished, the boat rushed back to the dock. Everyone was very happy for him. As I climbed up the stairs to the dock, I looked for my mother. She had walked away. I had failed.
Looking at the Golden Gate Bridge, I promised myself right then that I would never quit again, no matter what. Someday I would swim the English Channel and break the world record.
MY FAMILY RELATIONSHIPS
T he story of my swimming is inextricably entwined with the story of my relationship with my mother. When she walked away from me at the Golden Gate swim; I was crushed. Afterwards, she did not say anything to me about the swim, or asked what had happened. I was ten years old, and had to figure out for myself what was wrong.
My mother started my swimming career when I was only one year old, but she did so indirectly. When my older sister was seven, she spent nearly all her free time reading. My mother decided she needed physical activity, so my older brother and sister were enrolled in swim lessons at the Elks Club in San Mateo. Although only a year old at the time, the coach, Spud Abbott, put me in swimming lessons. Immediately, I started swimming. Spud ran carnivals all around the Bay area to promote his club and swimming, so, at less than two years old, he made me part of the entertainment because I could swim across the pool. I could even jump off the diving board and swim the length of the pool.
4.jpgMiss California, 2 years old
During that time, I wore a two-piece gold bikini and a huge white cap. Although not yet a very good walker, I could swim! I did this until I was five, and then joined the Elks Club team. As it turned out, swimming individually was fine, but when I was on a relay, I ran for the bathrooms to hide.
5.jpgPenny, age 7, at Russian River
By the time I was seven, our family had changed clubs to the San Francisco Recreation & Park Swim Club (SFRP) in San Francisco, coached by Charlie Sava. I was already doing double workouts. My father would drive me up to practice early in the morning for an hour and a half workout. After which I would walk the two blocks to the trolley car, take the trolley car to the bus station and take a bus to San Mateo. I would walk the two blocks to school at Saint Mathews Episcopal Day School. After school I would walk three blocks to the train station and ride it to San Francisco. I would leave the station, cross the street, go to a newspaper stand and sit on a pile of newspapers and wait for my dad to pick me up. My dad would pick me up from his work as a lawyer for an insurance company and take me to swimming practice.
I always tried to ride the train without paying the eighty-five cents for the ticket so that I would have money for candy. Those days I ate too much and would throw up at practice. Needless to say, the first time I threw up and my mom found out, I had to stop not paying and thus eating candy. I would swim for two hours then we would drive the twenty-five minutes back to San Mateo.
During this time, we attended, as a team, the Russian River swims. Legally, you couldn’t swim the women’s mile until you were twelve, but starting when I was seven, my father and I would walk up stream to the starting cement plank. I would swim out to the plank, and climb up and wait for the boats to arrive filled with the legal
twelve and older swimmers. For five years we did this, with me finishing in the top four each year—unofficially.
Dean children
After three years at SFRP, we moved to the Millbrae Otters for one season. My sister, Carolyn, and my older brother, Brian, drove me during this time. Brian set a speed record for the drive to Millbrae, and one for how many times he could change lanes on El Camino Real on the way to Millbrae. The next year my younger brother, Barry, and I tried out for the Santa Clara Swim Club. We were accepted. Unfortunately, this move would bring out my mother’s true nature.
My mother had two sides to her. She could be supportive and enthusiastic; and then she was anxious, angry, and acted like nothing was good enough. She became obsessed with my career; so obsessed, that she moved us periodically to different teams, especially after my older brother and sister quit swimming. Many of the team changes were the right moves. She recognized my talent and was totally invested in making sure I had a chance to make the Olympic swim team. She was prone to loud and irrational rants, especially during swim practice, but I loved to swim, so rarely did they get to me. Although I was embarrassed when they happened in front of other people, I didn’t stand up to her. I just swam harder, trying to please her and myself.
When I was twelve, our family split into two parts. Barry and I went to live in Santa Clara with my mother while Carolyn and Brian stayed in San Mateo with my dad. My father worked in San Francisco. Even though we were only an hour’s drive away, he would come down to visit us only on the weekends. If we didn’t have a meet, we would go to San Mateo. However, my dad would almost always fight with my mom on Friday, and then leave on Saturday. It became a pattern with him.
After one meet in which I swam poorly and didn’t make the finals, my mother and I returned to our apartment. Once home, my mother tried to commit suicide. She said it was a