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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Craig,
I am really cracking up over this Norge-Swede thing and I hope we're not bugging the other folks in the thread being off-topic!
So, my dad, Sigurd Lokken (that Norwegian enough for you?) was born in the USA but didn't speak English until he went to school when he was 5. He grew up in Pigeon Falls Wisconsin where his dad was the book-keeper in the general store, and no one spoke English. My great-grandfather's name was Thor Thorson. Another was a Nelson, so maybe we're related.
As for food, I'm thinking you're lucky because you didn't mention lutefisk which is basically dried cod which is boiled until it's fish jelly... with bones in it!
I grew up in Berkeley California because my dad was a Lutheran minister (duh!) and got a calling out there to be the Campus Minister at UC Berkeley in the '60's and 70's.... they were exciting times.
Now I'm off to the pool to do those catch-up drills!
Mary
PS: Norwegians are so smart, we even tell jokes about ourselves, like:
"Mama, I have da biggest feet in da third grade. Is dat becoss I'm Norvegian?"
"No, it's because you're NINETEEN."
Craig,
I am really cracking up over this Norge-Swede thing and I hope we're not bugging the other folks in the thread being off-topic!
So, my dad, Sigurd Lokken (that Norwegian enough for you?) was born in the USA but didn't speak English until he went to school when he was 5. He grew up in Pigeon Falls Wisconsin where his dad was the book-keeper in the general store, and no one spoke English. My great-grandfather's name was Thor Thorson. Another was a Nelson, so maybe we're related.
As for food, I'm thinking you're lucky because you didn't mention lutefisk which is basically dried cod which is boiled until it's fish jelly... with bones in it!
I grew up in Berkeley California because my dad was a Lutheran minister (duh!) and got a calling out there to be the Campus Minister at UC Berkeley in the '60's and 70's.... they were exciting times.
Now I'm off to the pool to do those catch-up drills!
Mary
PS: Norwegians are so smart, we even tell jokes about ourselves, like:
"Mama, I have da biggest feet in da third grade. Is dat becoss I'm Norvegian?"
"No, it's because you're NINETEEN."
