First...why did I love it? Well, it wasn't very crowded so I wasn't being kicked or anything. I liked the feeling of swimming and swimming and swimming and not having to turn around. It felt like real swimming. I didn't swim for that long but I was quite tired after.
Then I finally convinced myself to go in. At first it felt cold but it really wasn't. I wasn't wearing my wet suit - don't figure I can get it on at the moment. That's another hurdle. Maybe I'll try next week. I had trouble sighting. At one point I found myself heading back into shore when that was so not where I thought I was going. How do you sight? I did a lot more breast stroke than I wanted - sometimes for the purpose of sighting, sometimes for a break. My goggles filled with water. I got to where I could touch and fixed them. But I won't want to do that during a race. They fogged up. I thought that was an inside thing! Frustrating. So then I really couldn't sight. At all. Any tips for foggy goggles? And what about the sun? I am so screwed with all these things to think about beyond just swimming. What else did I wonder? Sighting was definitely the big thing. It was so strange not having that wonderful black line to follow. I don't know how far I swam which is hard for me as I am so anal about tracking my exercise distances. I was back at the lake where I watched the triathlon so I had a clue about the course and went back and forth (sort of) on that a few times. So lots of questions but overall............. I loved it.
See I'm out there.
I'm sure with very poor technique but I'm moving forward.
I wore a bright green cap so I could be spotted.
More than once I found myself on the wrong side of the buoys.
But I kept on going.
On the way to the lake I was listening to a podcast. (Running with the Pack) Stevie was talking about her goal for golf. It is simply - suck less each time she plays. I would have to say that is a perfect one for me with swimming. I'm stealing it!