Have I ever told you how much I love open water swimming?
I know that from previous posts you might think I'm afraid of it. I'm not. What I'm afraid of is my wetsuit. The first time or two I put it on, I feel like my breathing is constricted, like my arms aren't moving correctly and then once the panic sets it...everything else is magnified...like my husband telling me there are over 1 million fish in Hagg Lake and that bringing up into my mind how many dead bodies might have been tossed in over the years.
But lap swimming in a pool cannot even compare to the joy of swimming out in the open. Whether it is rain splashing down on you or the brilliant sunshine...or a nice sunset...
...it is an amazing feeling to Not. Stop. At. The. Wall. Every. 20something. Strokes.
I remember someone saying during my first tri season that they wished the whole race were a swim. I thought that they were loco. But after a really really really tough first season of learning to swim, it finally all came together for me and the swim was a great leg that first year...and now I wish the whole race were the swim. I wish at the very least, they would move the swim to the end, 'cause it is hot as hell once you hit leg three of Pac Crest...but more on that later.
I almost didn't post this next picture because...well...geez...I could have smiled or woke up or... something. I do know I was stressed out from the garage sale happenings...and ready for bed!
The funny thing about this picture is it took me 10 minutes to figure out who that was on the far right. So many people on the team and you see them in so many different sweaty and funny ways that when you do finally see them in street clothes with their hair done, it's kind of freaky. In fact, one night Kelly (the beautiful short girl) was telling me how ironic she found it that that very morning she had run into a fellow teammate in a random McDonald's bathroom on the way out to a training ride. "What are the chances", she said?
I said "that was me". She said "no it wasn't". I said "yes...yes it was".
"No! It wasn't. I talked to her", she protested.
Oh brother...it WAS me. And...I wasn't even wearing a swim cap or helmet at the time...just my morning face. YIKES!