The Longest 25 Yards
For a girl who grew up in Southern California, I am not much of a swimmer. Yes, I had a couple of lessons, we went to the nearby public pool every single day during the summer, and the beach and I were good friends, but still, I have kind of a pathetic self-taught version of getting around in the water. It keeps me from drowning, but that's about it.
So I thought I'd share how my swim practice sessions are going for the triathlon. Let's just put it this way: I look like a woman who fell overboard off a ship and has swam for miles and miles and is gasping for breath in panic and fear. Then I finish one lap and thank my lucky stars I made it across the pool.
My first session was a fiasco. After spending ten minutes just trying to shove my masses of hair into a swim cap and another five trying to figure out my goggles, I finally made it into the pool. Then I promptly had a panic attack every time I put my face in the water. It was similar to when I've had to wear an oxygen mask. Hmm, claustrophobia in the water. Who'd have guessed? Then I had the undignified problem of my swimsuit falling off. The straps wouldn't stay on my shoulders and my shorts kept sliding down around my thighs. Oh yeah. I bet waaaay more people would watch the Olympics if this was how the swimming events really went.
This swimming stuff is beginning to make the running seem like a piece of cake.
I refuse to give up though! I'll keep at it until I can swim the distance, or drown trying. I'm sure by November I'll be able to at least finish the race. I don't have to win-- I just have to beat Jason.
So I thought I'd share how my swim practice sessions are going for the triathlon. Let's just put it this way: I look like a woman who fell overboard off a ship and has swam for miles and miles and is gasping for breath in panic and fear. Then I finish one lap and thank my lucky stars I made it across the pool.
My first session was a fiasco. After spending ten minutes just trying to shove my masses of hair into a swim cap and another five trying to figure out my goggles, I finally made it into the pool. Then I promptly had a panic attack every time I put my face in the water. It was similar to when I've had to wear an oxygen mask. Hmm, claustrophobia in the water. Who'd have guessed? Then I had the undignified problem of my swimsuit falling off. The straps wouldn't stay on my shoulders and my shorts kept sliding down around my thighs. Oh yeah. I bet waaaay more people would watch the Olympics if this was how the swimming events really went.
This swimming stuff is beginning to make the running seem like a piece of cake.
I refuse to give up though! I'll keep at it until I can swim the distance, or drown trying. I'm sure by November I'll be able to at least finish the race. I don't have to win-- I just have to beat Jason.
Comments
You could always get a suit like they make for kids that has the built in life jacket! At least you'd stay afloat. ;o)
Keep it up girl!