My swim...
I honestly love to swim. I think it is fun, and I feel a huge sense of accomplishment when I swim. As an adult that had to learn to swim more than 25 yards straight without stopping, it feels great to be able to swim 1 mile...2 miles...etc. I don't take it for granted.
I am not a strong swimmer. Like most other sports, I can swim at an even pace for a long time. Hello slow twitch fibers! I have never been known for strength or speed, even in soccer. So, I just have not developed a lot of speed in my past few years of swimming. But...it is getting better. It is just a slow, slow process.
From time to time I still have mild panic attacks in the water. Like Sunday at MIM, when I back stroked, tarzan stroked, breast stroked, tread water, etc. My inner voice sounded something like this for the first half mile: "I am withdrawing from my Ironman. I don't want to die. When I finish this swim, I am never racing again. I don't ever want to do another triathlon. This just isn't worth it." I promise you, I said all of those things. That is where I was on Sunday. It doesn't matter that I attend master's class religiously, or that I have had my stroke analyzed by 2 Olympic swimmers (why say I look good, BTW), or that I have been doing triathlons now for 5 years...I still have some tough times in the water.
I have another opportunity to practice open water racing next weekend at a half iron distance race. I am stating my goal right now: I will swim freestyle the entire way with no panic on my back. I'll let you know how it goes.

We really do learn things from people by reading blogs!
And, I can't believe I am smiling in the bike picture. Attitude truly is a choice.
1 comment:
Rockstar. You beat me!
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