Looking for that good stuff…

da nuh nuh nuh nuh nuhhhh nuh – why don’t you tighten up on that backstroke.

Well today my backstroke was just a lil too tight.  So, in the ongoing quest to become a better Triathlete, I find myself, yet again, taking swim lessons, albeit private lessons this time.  First 50-11 times I was in a group and we all KNOW, I don’t play well with others.  I was going to do the virtual coaching thing but umm, I’m a flake and my ADD wouldn’t tolerate the absence so, here we are.

My instructor told me I didn’t give myself enough credit.  She thinks I’m better than what I am, which is evident because since my first day, chick has not dressed down to her swimsuit.  Now I know, most of the time we never give ourselves enough credit but I know I’ve been “cheating” by using my fins but hey, I go finless on Friday’s so that counts for something right?  Anyway, back to today.  I’m backstroking along, doing my drills and then she says, “Ok, now I want you to backstroke all the way.”  Umm, you mean, I can’t stop at the black line?  Go PAST the flags? Waymint – you sure I’m ready?  Apparently because off I went.

Streamline position – check; Short flutter kick – check; head back, eyes up – check

I’m moving along pretty well until I hit the lane line.  It was as if a car veered off the road and tumbled down the ravine.  I panicked. I didn’t splash but my legs were doing the Squidward and my head a Whack-a-Mole impersonation.  Just HOW exactly do you startle yourself in the pool?  Don’t know.  I grabbed the lane line and looked around for my instructor.  Nice to know she was still fully dressed and dry.  I get my breath and FS back to higher ground.  She tells me I was 2-4 strokes from finishing.  Mmm hmm, 2-4 strokes from giving myself an Infarction.  All this because I was concentrating soo hard I forgot I was in 15 feet of water.  Did I mention I’m only 5’5″ and shrinking.  I was concentrating way too hard on WHAT I was doing and forgot WHERE I was…in 15 feet of water.  Remind me why I said I’m doing this again?  Good thing is, I did keep my legs together – as all good girls should!

I’m a perfectionist and yes, I’ll keep working at it until I’m as good as Missy Franklin. Ok, let’s not get carried away, she did 100m backstroke in 58.33 (seconds).  She must have hit the Staples button before she hit the pool deck.  #thatwaseasy