TWO shocking things happened:
Ten years today ago someone actually married my crazy ass. On June 6, 1999 I duped a guy, er....I mean, I lucked into marrying my perfect partner.
And then, in even MORE shocking news, I did a 2.5 mile swim in the ocean.
Maybe you didn't hear me,
I said, I swam two point five MILES in the O-fucking-CEAN.
Some on you may think, "Oh, you are so lucky! What a joy to swim with the dolphins! You are blessed with the beauty and tranquility of swimming in God's pool."
To which I say, bullshit.
It is one of those romantic notions that sound good, but suck ass in actual practice. Like, joining the Peace Corps or making homemade Christmas gifts.
The ocean has several things that make it suck:
1. Need I say it? SHARKS. Yes, that is number one.
I know, I know. The odds of being attacked by a shark are about 1,000 times LESS likely than being hit by a bus while walking on the sidewalk, but when faced with the option of being eaten alive (either partially or entirely) versus being squashed flat in front of the local Starbuck's, I will chose a fast moving transit bus ANY DAY. The chances of being attacked by a shark while walking on the sidewalk are ZERO, by the way.
2. Salt water.
It tastes disgusting and if you SUCK at swimming in more ways than one, and take on water like termite riddled canoe, it makes you puke when you swallow too much. Chafing is 500% worse in salt water versus fresh water.
Not just when it is windy, just when the earth is rotating on its axis.
There are other reasons, but I think you get the point.
Anyhoo, I have been dreading this swim since I saw it on our training schedule and honestly, I am pretty proud of myself for doing it. Pretty proud, but also pretty stunned that I actually did it.
I am really grateful to the tri group for being very understanding and helpful to those of us that were scared shitless, ...er... I mean, apprehensive about the swim and the LARGE waves and thick kelp beds that we faced today.
I really have two women to give extra thanks to for this accomplishment today. GG along with her girlfriend, A, on a surfboard, stayed with me for the entire 1:57:20 swim (BTW, that DOES make the IM cut off. I know, I am as shocked as you are.)
These are the same kind souls that got me through the swim around the wharf last year. This duo has been there for, and are largely responsible for my success at, the two scariest and hardest swims of my triathlon career and I am eternally grateful for their help.
First full IM distance swim. Go me.
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