As with the film, That Sinking Feeling, my swimming shorts look like something from the 80s due to the garish colour of them. Unfortunately the similarities do not end there, my swimming ability matches the name and the genre too, comedy.
Strained metaphors aside, this is rather perplexing. I always thought I was a good swimmer. I had lessons and everything until the age of 10. As with riding a bike, you don’t forget but just go slower, swimming is I guess is the same, you don’t drown but just go slow.
At this point I am still recovering from my latest injury, patellar tendonitis, so injury plus lacking fitess is a fine reason not to be very quick/able, however I think technique might also play a rather major part in my (lack of) ability.
One thing I have noticed over the last few weeks researching triathlon training is the obsession with technique. Not just in swimming but cycling and running too. In my naivety, I thought you train and get stronger and faster and that was in. Swimming, you spin your arms, Cycling, you spin your legs, Running, you just walk a little faster.
After all this reading, I feel that I am down shit’s creek without a paddle . I think it may be time to find a club to guide me through the murky waters of swimming technique.