I recorded myself at the pool this morning, much to Pool Lady’s delight. Pat moved over a lane; perhaps she didn’t want to be in my video, or maybe she was just taking advantage of an uncrowded pool. The Awesome Elderly Ladies in the far lane, along with Walking Cane Guy (a.k.a. “Old Daddy Cane”) next to me, didn’t seem to care one way or another.
I still have to look over the video on a bigger screen than the back of the camera, but it’s pretty clear that (1) I splash a lot more than I thought, (2) I have a different left-side and right-side stroke, (3) I probably rotate more than I thought I did, and (4) I need to work harder on keeping my flutter kick under control. Bup-bup-bup-bup. Dara is in one of the videos, so I can study her stroke, too—I might have turned the camera in her direction near the end. It’s a thing of beauty. (I wondered why she was swimming so slowly today, until I saw the pull buoy between her legs when she executed a perfect flip-turn. Even the awesome people do drills, Jeff.)
p.s. — In the video still above, I’m getting ready to rest at the end of a set. I don’t actually doggy-paddle or breaststroke.