Location: Phoenix, AZ
196 days to Olympic Trials
I've been doing a lot of examination, both inward and outward, since yesterday's despicable swims in the 50 and 100 breaststrokes. It wasn’t until late last night that the pieces of the puzzle started coming together.
During one of many emotional discussions with my partner, we figured that the issue wasn’t my training, my diet, the weather or funky planetary alignments. To paraphrase Occam’s Razor: All things being equal, something must be wrong with my breaststroke. Since I qualified for Trials, more than a few people have offered up tweaks to my stroke in order to be faster. Those who have followed my blog since the beginning will know those names well. I took all the advice to heart, and plowed ahead in my training. Some of these people have reached the pinnacle of this sport, either in the pool or on deck. I was not going to question them, even when my in-season times weren’t as fast as they should have been.