When I blogged about my triathlon experience last year, I mentioned how crummy the swim portion was for me. I’m not a particularly strong swimmer, a fact that was made painfully clear as I brought up the rear of the race. So this year I decided that I’d actually train a bit, and I’ve been swimming about a half a mile twice a week (the swim portion of this race is 1/3 of a mile). I’ve been feeling better about my swim prospects.
You see, there’s just one problem…this swim is in the ocean. I’ve been paddling around in the nice warm, calm lap pool at the gym. That’s juuuuuuust a bit different than swimming in the Atlantic.
Now, last year I didn’t use a wetsuit for the swim, something I lamented after the fact, since wetsuits add some buoyancy. Since this swim is in the Atlantic at the end of September, you’d have to be an idiot not to wear one. So, I bought a wetsuit, which has been sitting, still with the tags on, in my closet. I’ve been hesitant to take the tags off in case I either a) chicken out, or b) have my back injury from last fall flare up again. Since I’m now a week out from the race and my back is doing pretty well, I decided to take the tags off and give it a whirl today. It would have been nice to have done it on a warm day with calm water, kind of like this…
Aren’t they cute? But no, I had to wait until today. Overcast, windy as hell, with lots of waves and a cross-current. And nary a soul to be seen on the beach.