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Lane lines are our friends. Right?

I just want to start by saying that pulling on lane lines during backstroke doesn't mean you're a bad human being or anything. I can't say I understand it, especially with Tim standing up there recording on his clipboard who is a puller and who isn't (what else do you think he's busy writing down?), but it's not the worst thing in the world. Still...why? Why cheat now, at this age? Didn't we all learn that pulling on the lane lines was a no-no when we were in the 7-8YO age group? Do these same people also run with scissors whenever given the chance? Anyway, again, normally watching folks next to me yank on the lines and break off little shards of plastic is mildly amusing at most, but today, well, I got a piece of lane line stuck in the crotch of my suit mid fin set. No bueno. Sharp. And uncomfy. So hey, lane line pullers? Grrrr.

*warmup: 2 x 400's free (second 400 is every fourth length backstroke)

add fins for:

*100 back kick, 100 backstroke, 100 kick on stomach, 200 free
repeat 3x

*100, 200, 300, 200, 100 same pattern as above

remove fins for:

*4 x 50's back drill, backstroke, free drill, freestyle
repeat 2x

Comments

Orthrus said…
Oof...that could not have been fun.

Adults at times can seem more childish than, well...children.

I've been toying with the idea of going swimming at the local gym, seeing as I am not allowed to do physical workouts and most physio's says that swimming is a great exercise method.

The one problem with that is I feel totally inept. I last had swimming lessons when I was ten and to this day I STILL can't dive. I also can't take water going the wrong way up my nostrils so I don't put my face in the water, so I tend to make my self dizzy by swinging my head from side to side and end up swimming diagonally * DOH * :P

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