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Counting Strokes
The most common questions (along with ”How thick is your wetsuit?”) you get asked after someone reads ”English Channel Swimmer” one line under your name on your name-tag:
- What do you think about during long swims? Don’t you get bored?
- Nope … don’t get bored … ever. What was the first question again? Oh … right. Well … I count my strokes…
- …
See, even in the circle of open-water swimmers, it is sorta frowned-upon to count strokes. But you see, I like numbers. And swimming too. I get really enthusiastic when I see numbers like 47.49, 6:57, 28:21 or 23’32″ (little game: try to figure out what they correspond to).
It’s usually quite disheartening to do long swims in open-water with a watch … odds are that you’ll be disappointed every time you look at it and it shows that you have swam 30 minutes less than what you thought you had. That’s when the stroke counting comes in handy.
Here is how I usually proceed. I count every other stroke in my head (sometimes out loud too), so it goes … 2 … 4 … 6 … 8 … …296 … 298 … 300 … and then back to … 2 … 4 … 6 …
The idea is that 300 strokes corresponds to approximately 5 minutes for someone with a stroke rate around 60 (strokes per minute). And for some reason time passes much quicker while I’m counting than when I’m not. I think it comes from the fact that in the second case I always know where I’m at timewise and do not have to be all worried about how long is left before the next feed. I can then assign the couting to a bunch of neurons in the intraparietal sulcus and focus a bit more on enjoying the Britney Spears / AC-DC / Black Eyed Peas song(s) that are stuck in my head. Swimming a marathon is all about swimming from one feed to another … for me this turned into taking 1500 strokes + 1500 strokes + 1500 strokes + 1500 strokes + ….
If you’re doing other strokes, it works just as well. Typically I’d take 20 strokes per minute in butterfly and breaststroke and 40 per minute in backstroke.
I believe that this idea (among others) came from Ned Denison who is famous for (among other things) being an expert at predicting (to the one stroke) how many strokes he will have to take to go from point A (say, first corner of Sandycove Island …) to a point B (Baltimore Beacon ? hint hint).
Oh and that’s not the full extend of my counting routines. There’s also techniques for counting pool laps (1km = 40 laps, plenty of chances of getting lost), repeats of 100s as well as one Inception-inspired way (one counter embedded in another one) to keep count of the number of feeds whilst counting one’s strokes and computing the number of jelly fish encounters.
And then of course if it’s not enough to keep you amused during your long swims you can also start getting amazed whenever a prime number, a perfect number or one that’s dear to your heart pops up in your mind. Or you can try counting in other languages, backwards, backwards in another language, only odd numbers, replacing numbers with alphabetical characters, members of the French Rugby squad (sorted by height) or Olympic Host Cities.
Am I an exception as an obsessive compulsive swimmer?
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Open-water butterfly stroke
Here’s a short video clip taken by Greta during my (unsuccessful) 24km medley swim attempt. What you’re seeing is a butterfly stroke with a Stroke Rate of about 20 strokes per minute (one stroke every third second) and a speed of just over 3km/h. There is quite a long underwater phase and I’m actually trying to go quite far down which (probably) explains why my feet are very much clearing the surface.
I hope you’ve enjoyed the music
So this is what my stroke looks like not only in open-water, but for anything over 200 meters in the pool too. Naturally, it’s not quite the same as what you see during the Olympics, but an English Channel crossing (if you’re not a pal of Petar Stoychev’s) is not so much about speed as it is about being able to keep going comfortably for a long while. In my opinion it is all the more true with butterfly that you run the risk of burning yourself if you go out too fast and might end up not being able to have your arms clearing the water surface.
This is actually one of my biggest fears. Imagine after swimming for 12 hours and getting closer and closer to La France, I haven’t broken my stroke once, I am done with my 22nd feed (Maxim, hot water and blackcurrant), drop the cup and to everybody’s surprise start taking a couple strokes of front crawl … This isn’t far-fetched as you get in a state of high confusion after hours and hours of mind-numbing plodding around in the rough, cold water of the English Channel. It would only take seconds to completely ruin a butterfly attempt. If this was to happen, even if 99.9% of the swim had been done in butterfly, could I HONESTLY say that I’ve achieved what I came to do? … not sure about that.
Same thing if I suddenly find myself unable to lift my arms over the surface … according to the article SW 8.2 of the FINA rule book (which I’m memorizing at the moment, as I’m sure there’ll be at least three FINA officials all over me during my September 2013 crossing) I would get disqualified. Good news is that the rule SW 8.5 allows me to dolphin kick for 15 meters when setting off Shakespeare Beach!
And of course there’s the story of the feeds. You’re expected to have to stop in order to feed, right? So technically, you end up breaking your stroke every 30 minutes or so … I wonder what the observers are supposed to look for during a butterfly (or backstroke, or breaststroke) attempt? I might ask.
So anyway, that’s one of the things I’ll have to practice … not breaking my stroke … ever … no matter how tempting it is and how tired, confused or upset I’ll get.
PS: I’ve just updated slightly the Video section
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Two technical questions
- I would like to facilitate donations to my two chosen charities. What sort of widget/plugin/platform would you recommend for fundraising? The charities I’ve chosen aren’t in the lists for mycharity.ie or humanitic.fr …
- Any idea what the reason is why the homepage of this blog still shows sylleswims.X10.MX instead of sylleswims.COM … while all the other pages are alright?? I’m using WP.org and have a domain name from GoDaddy.
Reward to whoever can help!
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Bad influence!
Not sure if this has only hit the swedish radio waves …
Put a La la lu on, come on, come on
Grow your hair out long, come on, come
Put a t-shirt on
Do me wrong, do me wrong, do me wrong
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Tjugo vikingamil
Three weeks to go before Vasaloppet (non-televised, open-track version, with wetsuit).
We’ve had just about one month of proper cross-country training this year due to the late arrival of winter … which isn’t a hell of a lot, but the akvavits spirits are high.
Over the past few days we have first been hit by the “Russian Snow Cannon” and then have seen the mercury drop from -10 down to -30C at night. We still managed to get some time on the tracks as Aron came over for a couple of interesting sessions.
We did 18km in -17C on Saturday followed by 30km in -16 to -10C on Sunday. While these two sessions combined only amounted to half of the 90km we’re due to cover in 20 days they have been really positive in many ways:
- it did hurt during the final 10km and yet we kept going, slowing down only marginally
- we now have a clearer idea of what our cruise speed might be
- the cold didn’t seem to affect us too much while skiing … not much to complain about, apart maybe having ½ a lb of frozen sweat in my beard (no photos yet unfortunately)
- despite the struggle towards the end, I can’t wait to put the ski shoes back on! Not too dissimilar to what I usually feel the day after a long swim.
- I’ve finally reached the 200km bar … which someone (in some newspaper) suggested was a reasonable amount of training for a newbie willing to take on Gustav Vasa’s challenge.
Plus, we’re starting to pass some other skiers on our 6km loop! What more can we ask for?
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Where it all started…
I finally remembered where this butterfly business all started. See, I have been asked this quite a few times already in the short period of time when my intention to swim butterfly across the English Channel has been made public. I would usually say it started after I did my Sandycove Island medley or right after my first Channel swim when I trained for one hour or so in Dover harbour alongside Dan Martin. These are key moments, but when did I decide that this stroke was mine? When did I decide that I felt the need to get better at it?
I finally remembered. I can’t tell you the date or even the year actually … Either 2005 or 2006, it’s a bit fuzzy. I was doing a session with the swimming club in my hometown of Villé. I think it was during warm-up, the coach (who will recognize himself … or not) asked us to do a couple of 100m in medley. I was happy enough with my technique at the time, so it came as a big shock when the aforementioned coach told me what I remember as “I’m sorry to say, but your butterfly is de la merde“.
I think that’s what set everything in motion.
The summer after that, I teamed up with a few local swimmers with much more knowledge than me about the art of moving one’s arms forward simultaneously over one’s head while kicking twice. We did 10 repeats of 25m on 1 minute. Then 20 repeats, then 40. Then we did them on 45 seconds and if I remember correctly we eventually did 80 of them. All of that while receiving valuable advice and tweaks for my stroke.
By the end of the summer I could swim these 25 meters in 16 to 17 seconds again and again and again (which I wish I could still do right now).
This is when I met up with the now-twice-mentioned coach who told me that while doing 25s was fun and all, I should really try to do repeats of 50s instead … and that 1’10″ could be a nice interval.
I think I tried five of them, very nearly fainted at the end of them and forgot all about this set until my preparation for the Channel in 2008.
So … thank you Gaétan, Marc, Robin and Théo for kick-starting the butterfly in me!
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A look back: Auckland Harbour Swim
Greta decided a while ago that my birthday was too close to Christmas, and given the fact that we were likely to be in different countries on the day of the 20th of December (until we arrange some sort of system where we spend Christmas together in France in odd years and in Sweden in even years), we might as well decide to change the date of my birthday altogether.
That’s how I got my birthday present for 2011 in October … and it was … a swim! To be precise I received the permission to use some of our fonds to sign up for the 2011 Auckland Harbour Crossing. The race took place just a couple days before we were due to leave New-Zealand, so .. greta timing
The main race was 3 kilometer long, so not too bad, the kind of distance that is manageable without too much training … which is pretty much what I got anyway, so all good. We were doing some WWOOFing at the time, in the suburbs of Auckland, and didn’t really get any chance to go to a lake or to the sea. Luckily there was a 10-meter, kidney-bean-shaped backyard pool in the property where we stayed and worked. I got inspired by a Channel swimmer who used to train in small pool by attaching his ankles to the edge of the pool with a bungee cord … so there I went …
I would do sessions of 8-12 x 5 minutes, all front crawl with a few laps of butterfly at the end (2 strokes per length with no underwater phase whatsoever). It’s quite funny that feeling of going more and more backwards the more you push on -or the faster you rotate- your arms.
Anyhoo, just before the race, I got contacted by some local journalists because of my being French, and was also given a special hat on the day of the race because I was going to try to swim it butterfly. A short ferry trip from Auckland’s Ferry Terminal to the Devonport Harbour and a 10-minute walk led the competitors to the starting line. We got divided into four or five groups of 300-ish that would start with a one-minute gap between them. The starting line was actually about 100m offshore, which was great as it gave everyone the chance to warm-up a bit right before the start. And then came the always nerve-wracking countdown … Tiiin, Neyne, Ight, Siven, Six, Five, Four, Three, Two, One, TUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUT.
I’m off to a slow start, taking an outside lane. We’re supposed to swim around the Devonport Harbour, a bunch of pontoons and boats and then head straight towards Auckland City. The top swimmers (among whom Kane Radford, Trent Grimsey and 4:05 400m kiwi swimmer Lauren Boyle) and most of the competitive ones would try to stay within … say … 20 meters of the insidemost line, whereas I was probably 50+ meters on the outside where I was pretty much swimming on my own, alongside the safety paddlers who gave me a couple of strange looks.
I settled into a nice rhythm, diving quite deep down (because of the extra buoyancy of sea water) and keeping a stroke rate in the low 20s. After about 2 kilometers, to my great displeasure, I was starting to feel a bit cold … What??? … the water must have been between 16 and 18°C … balmy by Sandycove Swimmers’ standards … I felt ashamed, really. I tried to tell myself that I’ll have plenty of time to put back on the 10kg I have lost since my English Channel swim. Again, that wasn’t tooo bad so I just kept on butterflying forward towards the finish line. We were supposed to swim into what they call the “Viaduct Basin”. Its entrance was like a funnel and for the first time I had to swim among a big crowd, which isn’t exactly ideal as I need a lot of space to do my thing. After a couple more hundred meters I finally reached the steps, ran up them and crossed the finish portal in a time of 1 hour 9 minutes and some.
Right after crossing the line someone put a microphone right under my nose and started asking me a few questions about the swim, my nationality and … the result of the Rugby World Cup … which we lost to the All Blacks by ONE point a couple days earlier! Damn Kiwis
It was only the 200th time that I was asked about rugby after sharing my birthplace (including once just seconds before a bungee jump and once while surrounded by a group of Maoris ready to do the Haka!).
I ended up 764th out of 1276 which ain’t terrible given the choice of stroke and the fact that 90% of the competitors were wearing evil suits :p
Tack Gretan for the lovely present!
Vasaloppet
Greta, her brother Aron and I are set to take part in the Öppet Spår (“Open Track”) version of the legendary Vasaloppet.
The Vasaloppet is a marathon cross-country skiing race of 90 kilometers between the towns of Sälen and Mora and originates in the legendary escape from the troops of Christian II, King of Denmark, Sweden and Norway by the future King of Sweden, Gustav Vasa … and he did it with only one stick!
This race is extremely popular and attracts tens of thousands of competitors. The main race has been fully booked since June last year (15,800 competitors) hence our signing up to the non-competitive version of it … same distance and one week earlier (26 and 27th of February).
The winter in Sweden has been fairly mild sofar, even in Norrland where we are at the moment. It is seldom under -10°C and there was barely any snow during the first half of January (the sea even froze one month and a half later than unusual). Not the best conditions for skiing then …
Luckily it has gotten better recently and we are back in training. We have just experienced the transition from “absolute beginners” to “semi-informed intermediate skier aspirants” … which does feel great. Or is it only that the snow is getting less sticky?!
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A look back: Swimming in Sweden – part II
First a little bit of chronology:
I’ve been living in France between 1985 and 2006, in Ireland between 2006 and 2010, in Sweden for 6 months between July and December 2010, in New-Zealand for most of 2011 and I’ve moved to Sweden since the beginning of 2012.
Before moving to Sweden (the first time around) the coldest I had swam in was approximately 7°C. This happened in Sandycove (of course) with Gabor Molnar (of couse²), it was February 2010 and after swimming out to the island, reaching the first corner and discovering that the temperature had gone down one degree since the last time, we figured we’d better make a quick decision as any second not spent moving one’s arms would result in a longer recovery. We did a full lap (1 mile) in 28 minutes.
A few months later we moved to Sweden for period of 6 months before traveling in New-Zealand with a Working Holiday Visa for a full year. While in Hudiksvall, it didn’t take long for the sea to reach 7°C … and much colder.
October 12th: 15 minutes in 8°C
October 14th: 10 minutes in 7°C
October 16th: 10 minutes in 6°C
October 20th: 15 minutes in 6°C
October 22th: 10 minutes in 5°C
October 26th: 12 minutes in 5°C
October 27th: 13.5 minutes in 5°C
November 4th: 6 minutes in 4°C
November 6th: 8 minutes in 4°C
November 7th: 8 minutes in 3.5°C
November 11th: 8 minutes in 3°C
November 18th: 8 minutes in 3°C
November 26th: 5 minutes in 2°C
November 27th: 6.5 minutes in 1°C
November 30th: 5cm of ice covering the sea!
While this is nothing mind-boggling (especially in comparison to these guys or these guys), it still gave me a nice taste of what the hardcore cold water swimmers like Lewis Pugh or Lynne Cox might be feeling during the extraordinary swims of theirs.
All these short swims eventually led to my taking part to the UK Cold Water Swimming championships in Tooting along with a big Irish crew. The highlight of the championships was being cheered on by a large group of swedish fans of mine during the 500m endurance event … ♪ Heja Sylle friskt humör, det är du som susen gör, heja heja HEJAAAA ♫











