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Holy crap I can’t believe it, THE big day is coming so fast.
I am a little freaked about the fact that this is the first week that I swam 3 times. If you read this blog, you know my situation – I live 90 minutes from the pool, the lake is freaking COLD, yada yada – but this year Pleasant Pond has taken its SWEET time getting warm.
The biggest hint that the pond is still really cold? There is 1 dock out on the entire pond. Usually by now there is a dock in front of every camp (I usually use them for my intervals, go HARD to one dock, recover to the next, repeat).
This slow warming of the water has made open water swimming tough for me.
I realize that this completely mental – but when you work outside and are out in the cold and miserable wet all day, it is really hard to come home, dry off enough so you can yank your wetsuit on (thank god for TriSlide), and get into a freezing lake.
Anyway, those are just excuses. But it is how I feel.
Today I came home after my run, it was 60 degrees and the dark rain clouds were rolling in.
Motivation to swim? Zero.
John came home and asked how my swim went – I had told him I was going to swim after my run. He knows I am worried about the fact I haven’t been out as much as I would like. As much as I should be.
“Oh, I haven’t gone yet. See, I really wanted to go across the lake, not back and forth along the shore like I always do because it is boring. It isn’t safe with the motor boats for me to swim across the lake. And I am afraid it might thunder.”
How’s that for a list of excuses? My ability to come up with reasons to not do things I am dreading astounds even me.
He looks at me for a long second and then asks, “You want me to go in a canoe so you can go across the lake?”
“Um. But it’s raining,” I say, grasping onto another reason why I can’t get my ass in the lake.
He says he’ll wear a rain jacket.
So we go.
I put my Garmin in my swim cap, got on my goggles, and walked in, feeling the cold water come in through the zipper and the myriad of holes that are in the legs of my suit. I dive in, my face feels like icy needles are poking at it.
As usual, after about 5 minutes, my wetsuit has me comfortable, my face is used to the water, and I am happily swimming. I swam across the lake and felt the buzz of my Garmin – I popped up and yelled to John “Hey, that’s 1 mile!” He responds, “I can’t tell, my arms are killing me!”
On the swim back, I did a poor job of sighting and swam like a drunk. John was videoing me (video HERE if you are interested) My hands felt funny, like stiff – and what I realized was that they were getting really cold.
I could see the dock not too far ahead so I figured I would just tough it out. The Garmin buzzed again before I got to the dock (thanks to drunk swimming) and then I was done.
Figuring that my time was around 1:30, I pulled my swimcap off looked at the Garmin…
The Garmin read 2.1 miles, 1:04.
For me, that is flying. I was figuring I was about a 1:40 IM swim based on my past times. I know a lot can happen on race day, yadda yadda, but this means on a good day, 1:25ish swim is possible for me.
I got out and hugged John and thanked him over and over for making me go – because the reality is, I am pretty sure I wouldn’t have gone if he didn’t push me.
He just smiled and thanked me for keeping an eye on him out there.
Only 41 days until Ironman Lake Placid!!!!
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