On to the swim! After JMR and I hung out for a while, plus an additional 15 minutes (they pushed all waves back 15 minutes, I guess because traffic was so bad getting into the park), then I finally lined up with my wave around 7ish (the first wave went off at 6:30). I chatted nervously with my tri club buddy until we waded into the water and let me tell you… I was nervous. The last time I did this distance I was so innocent about the day’s events and didn’t know what could lie ahead of me. I know that sounds negative, but that’s kind of how I approached the day. Grateful and Cautious. Two of the words that kept coming into my thoughts throughout the day. Also ‘treat this as a training day’ was constantly in my head to keep the stress at bay. The goal was to finish.
Before I knew it, the gun went off and we were swimming. Oh boy! What to expect….I didn’t know! I really dislike swimming in the local open water swims because I find the water kind of gross, so I hadn’t done an open water swim since Redman last Sept. Yipes. Plus, I did get a bit panicky last year in my wetsuit, so I didn’t know what to expect. Except. Nothing…. nothing at all. I got into a groove with my strokes and that was it. One, two three….breathe… one two three….breathe and before I knew it I was at the turn around. Wow. Ok. This was going well!
As I kept going I did start to feel a bit tired/warm (I was wearing my full sleeved wetsuit) and was ready to be done…but also not. The thought of getting on the bike filled me with a heavy feeling in my stomach, not dread but, not excitement either. For a moment I wished I could just keep swimming instead (and I NEVER feel that way, lol)..
Before I knew it I was up on the bank, climbing out of the water and having helpers get me out of my wetsuit. I picked up my walk towards transition but it was by no means a run (JMR took a video of me and oh my…I look like an old lady taking a stroll in the park). After getting socks and shoes on and of course helmet, I was on my way on the bike. Yikes.