Inspired by some of the discussion in the fly thread , I was wondering how you all feel about drills.
Personally, they drive me nuts, yet everywhere people rave about TI and boy do my coaches like 'em. I find that generally drills just make me feel as though I'm learning to swim a way I will never actually swim, as opposed to helping me focus on one aspect of the stroke. For instance, last night, we were doing breaststroke drills and I spent the entire time trying to learn the drill as opposed to focusing on what we were meant to learn.
Also, I tend to learn technique by figuring out what feels right, but with drills, it feels different because you aren't doing the full stroke.
What about you?
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Former Member
Mary,
My father was first generation Swedish american and my mother was first generation Norwegian. My Norwegian great-grandfather lived to be 97 years old. He was so strict that when my grandmother pierced her ears, she was forbinded to ever eat inhis dining room. she always ate inthe kitchen of his house with his house keeper. When he died the entire little town where he lived showed up at his funeral. I'll never forget how everyone talked about how he farmed to the end. My father would work all week, we'd get in the car (all six kids, my grandmother, my mother), drive from central Illinois to norhteastern Iowa. My father would do the farming. Then on Sunday night we'd drive back home & my father would go to work onMonday morning. I think all Norwegian (some Swedish also) American immigrants have a fetish for strawberries. My great grandmother, who died 10 days before I wa born (there's nothing like Lutheran guilt) had huge strawberry patches. I don't know what it is?
Also, did you know that we of Norwegian descent make up the smallest European ethinic group in the US! There are even fewer of us than Romanians, Slovenians.
Also, this morning I talked to the oldest Swedish immigrant I know. He said that fartlek to him would mean something like playing a fast . He also said that it is kind of a nnsense word because you can make so many compound words in Swedish. I then looked in the book on running (I've already forgotten the name) the Swedish track coach who invented the word ment it to mean speed play or fast running play (sometimes in Swedish a word can be induced becaus of what is being done).
Mary,
My father was first generation Swedish american and my mother was first generation Norwegian. My Norwegian great-grandfather lived to be 97 years old. He was so strict that when my grandmother pierced her ears, she was forbinded to ever eat inhis dining room. she always ate inthe kitchen of his house with his house keeper. When he died the entire little town where he lived showed up at his funeral. I'll never forget how everyone talked about how he farmed to the end. My father would work all week, we'd get in the car (all six kids, my grandmother, my mother), drive from central Illinois to norhteastern Iowa. My father would do the farming. Then on Sunday night we'd drive back home & my father would go to work onMonday morning. I think all Norwegian (some Swedish also) American immigrants have a fetish for strawberries. My great grandmother, who died 10 days before I wa born (there's nothing like Lutheran guilt) had huge strawberry patches. I don't know what it is?
Also, did you know that we of Norwegian descent make up the smallest European ethinic group in the US! There are even fewer of us than Romanians, Slovenians.
Also, this morning I talked to the oldest Swedish immigrant I know. He said that fartlek to him would mean something like playing a fast . He also said that it is kind of a nnsense word because you can make so many compound words in Swedish. I then looked in the book on running (I've already forgotten the name) the Swedish track coach who invented the word ment it to mean speed play or fast running play (sometimes in Swedish a word can be induced becaus of what is being done).
