Wednesday, 30 September 2015
Karen writes: Swimming
Went for my first swim last week. Um, sort-of. I'd psyched myself up and really had to work hard at that even though it’s only 6 weeks until my first triathlon of the season which has a 1500 m swim. I found my wetsuit, a pair of goggles and a cap. The whole lot had been untouched since it had been stuffed in a bag by the kind volunteers at Ironman back in March, there were still bits of grass attached.
So, squished into the wetsuit, zip creakily cranked up, yes I can still breathe, and over the road. Nooo, the contour of the beach has changed, it used to be that three hours on either side of a high tide was ok for swimming, not anymore though. I found myself way out past the wharf in a foot of water feeling a bit silly. So I gingerly walked out a bit more until there was more water, eyeing the shore which seemed a long way away and trying not to think about the stingrays living out here in the mud, but probably more of a worry, ancient broken bottles and all the other junk that accumulates.
On the count of three...in the...
I’m going to do this for sure, down I go.
Yep, I can handle this...
Before my feet go completely numb
It’s just a tiny bit of cold, been colder
When I finally did get in the water, I was right, it was COLD. I swam a few strokes, probably managed a minute all-up and then my hands were going the same way as my feet. I could no longer feel them so I got up and waded back to shore.
Tonight before she left the office to go home Kate said “you’re going for a swim aren’t you”. It wasn’t really a question. Yes, I’m going for a swim.
She is going to ask how the swim went tomorrow, I can say, yes, it was a very nice bike-ride.