As I mentioned in my last swim post, I have gotten a great deal of advice on swimming over the past two years. *Some* of it was solicited. But, not all of it. I think my favourite unsolicited feedback came from a very kind gentleman in the slow lane with me.
He was swimming with a mask and snorkel. He told me he used to be a swim coach for high school boys. He said the best thing to do was pretend I was a fish. Because, y'know,
I imagine that if I had spent more time with him I might have been able to get some more insight.
I have also gotten a great deal of useful information from my physiotherapist, my brother-in-law (former lifeguard and current Masters competitor), and Dave (of course). They are the following:
Got it. (Whoops, there goes that tight core.)
Time to get horizontal.
Not to mention the skills I need for the lower half of my body. So far the only one that has stuck I seem to (sorta-kinda) remember is:
At some point, my brain short-circuited.
And rebooted. So now it's all starting to come together. And it only took 2 years! (minus the 30-something years of the rest of my life).
Now if I could *just* get the hang of pulling on a wet swimsuit.
Am I right, ladies?
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