Part 1: The Swim
Distance: .25 mile
What a day.
So many emotions swirling around I don't know even where to start.
I got up at 4:45 AM and this whole week I had a strange sense of calmness for such a big event for me. I felt like "I got this."
And then I rounded the corner to the event and saw all the triathletes and bikes and began to hyperventilate. OMG I'm really going to do a triathlon! I suddenly got REALLY nervous. But I managed to get my bike out of my car and walk it over to the right place. I was feeling shaky though.
My coach and friend Dana called my name and I was so happy to see her. She's so comforting and positive and really helped me get into the right place (and space) without her I would've never had been able to rack my bike or set up my transition - I was just too nervous to focus. :)
By the way, all of these great pictures you will see are courtesy of Dana as well. She's the very best.
I forgot about the barefoot thing though and from the bike to the water was black top with pebbles and I've got sensitive tootsies. Ouch, ooh, ouch… I thought to myself, "this should be interesting coming out of the water to bike."
|136 baby - love those numbers - so official!|
I got in the water for a warm up. Temp was nice. On the very warm side which I personally like.
|So far so good|
Um. I think I can make it.
|How many buoys? What? Oh.|
How'd my swim go? A picture speaks a thousand words…
|OMFG What the hell am I doing here? Heeeelllp Meeeeee! Gasp. Gasp.|
Though, I'm glad someone was on it in case I dropped dead in the middle of the swim. It was comforting they "had an eye on me."
And then I was done and feeling relieved that
I made it out alive it was over.
When I looked up my swim time I had to ask what "13:30" meant. They said that was my time. I said that was certainly an error because if I had to guess, I was in the water for at least 4 hours - minimum. They said, "nope, that's it." Longest 13 minutes of my life.
I've got a lot of work to do before my IronGirl which is twice the distance and probably in rougher waters.
Good news about the swim though was that I was so shaky and appreciative for land that I didn't even notice my bare feet. I could've walked across glass coated nails and I would've been the happiest person on earth to be out of the water - I didn't even notice the run? crawl? shuffle? I don't know how I got to my bike but it was totally fine.
Despite the not-so-great swim experience, I'm proud of myself for doing it and not
dying giving up.