Swim clinic today, which maybe is not the best place to recover from a night shift. The focus was to be on recovery swims, so in theory it should have be all good.
But all my swims are all out efforts. I asked the amazing swim coach how my roll was, and I was advised to not think about my roll as my stroke just need that much work. Called out of the pool twice!
There is all this focus on doing drills, but I hate doing drills. All I want to do is swim, eventually a IM swim before the cut off and really that's all I care about. I know I should not just power through with my legs ( Is it bad that I kick as fast as I can freestyle?) SO i should work on my stroke but really all I can think about it how I blame my parents for my mess of a swim.
You see I do not blame my parents for not exposing me to the fine arts or classical music. Not having money for drivers ed, I didn't even ever receive more than $20 to help with college. I played on the barn roof in absence of gymnastic camp. I lived on a farm and didn't even have a pony. Actually, I didn't want one, but it is the principal.
All I am mad at them is for not putting me in swimming lessons, and that is all i am bitter about my childhood.
If you need me I will be at the pool tyring desperately to not put my elbow in the water before my hand. I will attempt to glide through the water and not push it away. I will also reach and not allow my hand to enter the water at the same level as my head.
I might be too old for this.
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My parents made me go to swimming lesson. I hated it but was made to go. It was an unheated freezing cold outdoor pool and the lessons were early in the morning rain or shine....consider yourself lucky!
My mom had me in lessons as early as possible because she never got to have them either and had to learn by being thrown in as a teenager.
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