I did my first swim lesson this week. This was the lesson that I booked ages ago and though was in feb. A very embarrassing phone call later I decided to keep it and bury my shame. It wasn’t the first time it happened and won’t be the last.
Overall it was successful. Ultimately I was there for validation, as I am able to swim the distance of my upcoming tri in a vaguely satisfactory time already. I wasn’t sure what I was after. Maybe to be reasured that I don’t have some weird Frankenstein stroke. Which I think was the result.
I seem to drop my arm when I am breathing and it ends up going under me and crossing the imaginary line through my body. I seem to do this both sides of my body, irrespective of what side I breathe on. I have gotten into a rut of always breathing on my right. Part of this is good, in that I am quite economical and can get away with breathing every 4 strokes and part of this is bad in that in a race scenario I need to be able to look on both sides and will be pushing harder and needing to breathe more.
He got me breathing every 3 as standard and doing catch up drills to teach me to keep my arm out on front of me and not underneath me. These are surprisingly tough, especially one particular one where I am swimming with one arm. I must have the co-ordination of a flump because I struggled massively. But it’s a compliment I suppose to be allowed to splash and splutter around without any extra aids.
I spend the next 45 minutes drinking all the water in the pool and got the tube home happy to have finally ticked that box. Turns out my stroke is fine #winning.
Can I justify buying a garmin, just so I don’t have to count laps in the pool?
Because 2500m in a 20m pool is tough.
"Holy cross winds Batman!"
I’ve just got back from a 2 hour ride up to hampstead and around and about. It was a massive sufferfest, with me being blown around like an empty shopping bag. At one point I was thundering down a hill only to be brought to a near standstill by a full-on head wind, despite being down on my drops folded like a pretzel. That being said, the more time in the saddle I do the more confidence I get that I might actually be able to finish this 70.3.
Oh and I got a QOM on strava. Yippee