A sad backstroke story

Every February our team piles on the milage. This 'garbage yardage' is probably the most popular event on the team, as everyone gets into an endorphin high. So much for training for speed or lactic-acid tolerance :( . Anyway, our coach decided to make things more fun by declaring yesterday as 'who can do the most backstroke' day. Instead of being my usual cynical self, I decided to get in the spirit, and took over a half lane at the side of the pool: All backstroke, all on a 1:20 per hundred interval pace: 500 warmup 100, 200, 300, 400, 500, 500, 400, 300, 200, 100 5x100 ("fast") 500 warmdown 5000 yards total Very boring, lots of endorphins, but I am a bit sore. I was pretty pleased with the backstroke yardage accomplished in a little over one hour. Here is the sad part: A fellow went to *three* workouts, and swam 12,500 yards of backstroke!