It was an open water swim in a clear, shallow lake and my good friend Hitch decided to analyze my stroke. After all, he had already swam about a million yards at his master’s swim practice earlier that morning and this was more of a fun outing, a swim field trip so to speak. As he watched me swim I realized he was walking through the lake as fast as I was trying to swim. This, while slightly frustrating, made me laugh. Really. This is how my swim rolls – very slow.
“Oh, we have so much to work on this winter,” Hitch said. With a race a week away and the knowledge that tweaking too many things at the same time in a swim stroke produces more chaos than correction we decided to concentrate on keeping my arms wide. I thought of exaggerating my arms, putting them out wider than I thought I needed to, because my perception of what my body was doing was skewed by the water.