I decided yesterday to do about 400 yards of backstroke. A guy, in the another lane by me, regularly does 100 yards freestyle, then turns around and does 100 backstroke. Just back and forth, no resting, for about a mile and a half. I have been under a very wrong impression that he was able to maintain his speed and not fatigue because of that stupid backstroke he did. I thought that he just used that backstroke to rest, for his next freestyle lap.
Wrong. Wrong. Very wrong.
Strangely enough, after almost 2 years of freestyle (front crawl), and associated drills, I haven’t tried to swim backstroke since childhood. I have seen some triathletes resort to backstroke to regain composure or even energy in the swim. Normally, if a triathlete panics in the swim, he or she, much to the chagrin of those behind that person, resorts to a breast stroke.
For some reason, backstroking, to me, neurlogically makes me kick like a fiend. I honestly think it improves your kick. I was just screwing around waiting to catch my breath for another freestyle set, and started backstroking, trying to see how hard or easy it was, and noticed, “hey, I’m kicking like a fiend.”
The thing was that I couldn’t hardly do 2 backstroke laps, without dying for some reason. Different muscles, a lot of kicking for some reason. Water flying into your nose and mouth from all sides. There’s a lot of commotion visible during a backstroke.
I was completely wrong about the guy swimming next to me.
I think it forces you to more naturally kick than the front crawl, because if you don’t kick, you have really get those arms going, pushing water forward, so as not to sink and swallow water. That pushing forward of water to me is probably more fatigueing, if done powerfully, than the scooping and pushing backward, on front crawl.
Another art in all of this in backstroking is guessing where the wall is. There is nothing more educational, about making you familiarize yourself with landmarks, in the pool, after you hit your wall with your head, doing a backstroke lap.
I always thought it was a “loafer’s” stroke. It’s not to me anymore.