I feel a little like our old friend Ion Beza. He always complains about the age groups that he swam in and how unfair it is. Anyway, I saw the NT's for my age group and in the 100's there were 2 second drops from last year and in the 200's 4 seconds drop. Anyway, it drives home on how medicroe I am and worst in my middle age than my youth. Granted, I can swim butterfly better than last year but the best stroke breaststroke hasn't improved since last summer. Anyone else feel the same way. I know that in your middle years swimming should be more of an exercise and I don't want the shoulder operations or knee prpblems that some master swimmers had.
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I am a horrible swimmer. I started swimming (at age 40) because injuries put an end to my daily running habit. These injuries actually affect my swimming, too. I recently had a third procedure on my foot, which will mean no flutter kicks for at least a couple months. Eight weeks on crutches have left other joints pretty unhappy, too. I will probably do nothing but sidestroke until these things are under control.
This much I can say: I can do sidestroke on either side.
My breaststroke is not too bad, either, though I put no energy into the start of the stroke (outward scull, as technicians might say) -- or else my shoulders will make eerie crunching sounds. My head does go under water. Unless, of course, I am carrying on a conversation with my lane buddy, the octogenarian heart-attack survivor, as he passes me.
Butterfly is out of the question.
Eventually, I'd like to learn how to do a decent front crawl. I had two lessons last year, during which my instructor noted my bad body positioning, overcrossing, early breathing, plus 72 other things that I scribbled on an emergency flotation device. I think I drove him to suicide, poor guy.
If you see me watching the pace clock, it's because I'm checking my pulse. First priority is to make sure I still have one.
I am a horrible swimmer. I started swimming (at age 40) because injuries put an end to my daily running habit. These injuries actually affect my swimming, too. I recently had a third procedure on my foot, which will mean no flutter kicks for at least a couple months. Eight weeks on crutches have left other joints pretty unhappy, too. I will probably do nothing but sidestroke until these things are under control.
This much I can say: I can do sidestroke on either side.
My breaststroke is not too bad, either, though I put no energy into the start of the stroke (outward scull, as technicians might say) -- or else my shoulders will make eerie crunching sounds. My head does go under water. Unless, of course, I am carrying on a conversation with my lane buddy, the octogenarian heart-attack survivor, as he passes me.
Butterfly is out of the question.
Eventually, I'd like to learn how to do a decent front crawl. I had two lessons last year, during which my instructor noted my bad body positioning, overcrossing, early breathing, plus 72 other things that I scribbled on an emergency flotation device. I think I drove him to suicide, poor guy.
If you see me watching the pace clock, it's because I'm checking my pulse. First priority is to make sure I still have one.
