Injury Poll: Swimming vs. Weight Lifting

If you swim and/or weight lift long enough, chances are you are going to get hurt. I maintain that you are probably more likely to get hurt weight lifting than swimming, partly because there is considerably more force involved in the former, and partly because most of us on these forums are swimmers first and weight lifters second (if at all), and hence our bodies are more used to swimming than to weight lifting. I could, certainly, be wrong. In any event, please participate in this simple poll. Assuming you swim and at least occasionally lift weights and/or do dryland exercises in hopes of improving your swimming performance, which do you personally find more problematic for injuries? You will have to make a judgment call here, especially if you spend MUCH more time swimming than lifting. (For example, say you swim 6 hours a week and lift 3 x 30 minutes or 1.5 hours a week. Your swimming time is 4x greater than your lifting time, so if you've suffered the same number of injuries from swimming and lifting, then lifting--hour per hour--more dangerous. ) Thanks for participating!
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  • This is quasi-related to weights. My air conditioner weighs, I don't know, 700 pounds? I don't do anything but push it with my core (yeah, right) from the closet where I keep it over about 30 feet to my window. Then I precariously balance it on the ledge, letting the window hold it in place, while I fumble for various nails that no longer need to be hammered into place since they just slide in. As in the window holds the air conditioner in. Heck! It blocks my sunlight and my evening breeze! I hate having it in the window. So what I did yesterday was the wet T-shirt treatment: stand under the shower and drench myself. Then stand in front of the fan. This works but drips. My life is just full of dilemmas. Also, when my friend and I were hauling the air conditioner up the steep third flight of steps, my friend thought we were done (she was facing forward; her back was to me) so she let go. Ha! I wasn't about to watch $250 go bouncing down those stairs. So I caught it! Ouch! I turned and used the wall as my brace and caught it and held on to it for dear dinero. It really hurt my hip but that $250 did not go bouncing down the stairs. So let me think: was this my left side/left shoulder (the shoulder that is now kaput and lifting 5# weights to the back (I's) and 3# weights to the side and front (T's) and maybe shouldn't be? Ah, so it was. Don't lift air conditioners to get in swim shape, is the moral of this story. Don't have friends toss them to you like medicine balls.
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  • This is quasi-related to weights. My air conditioner weighs, I don't know, 700 pounds? I don't do anything but push it with my core (yeah, right) from the closet where I keep it over about 30 feet to my window. Then I precariously balance it on the ledge, letting the window hold it in place, while I fumble for various nails that no longer need to be hammered into place since they just slide in. As in the window holds the air conditioner in. Heck! It blocks my sunlight and my evening breeze! I hate having it in the window. So what I did yesterday was the wet T-shirt treatment: stand under the shower and drench myself. Then stand in front of the fan. This works but drips. My life is just full of dilemmas. Also, when my friend and I were hauling the air conditioner up the steep third flight of steps, my friend thought we were done (she was facing forward; her back was to me) so she let go. Ha! I wasn't about to watch $250 go bouncing down those stairs. So I caught it! Ouch! I turned and used the wall as my brace and caught it and held on to it for dear dinero. It really hurt my hip but that $250 did not go bouncing down the stairs. So let me think: was this my left side/left shoulder (the shoulder that is now kaput and lifting 5# weights to the back (I's) and 3# weights to the side and front (T's) and maybe shouldn't be? Ah, so it was. Don't lift air conditioners to get in swim shape, is the moral of this story. Don't have friends toss them to you like medicine balls.
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