1. Back in my swimming days, I was a breaststroker. Most people who excel in the stroke do it relatively naturally. I don’t remember being taught how to do a breastsroke kick. I just did it correctly without any hint of a scissor kicking (when one foot has a natural tendency to stay in pigeon-toed making it an illegal kick. It’s the bane of a coach’s existence when she is working with young swimmers). My pull never drifted too far to my hips. It seems to be a family thing for most swimmers. Both of my sisters swam for collegiate Division I teams as breastsrokers and my dad has used the stroke for hours on end in open water.
From Distance: Breaststroke, Shooting, and Jazz
