The weekend began with a bundle of nerves. I am rarely nervous for athletic competition. I realized how sickly competitive I am, however, this weekend. I was about to jump into 62 degree water, no wetsuit, having not swam in Lake Michigan ONCE all summer, and I was not worried about my health. I was worried that if something WERE to happen, say hypothermia or panic because of cold water, I would have to be removed from the water and NOT be able to finish the race. I was getting myself through that mile swim no matter what it took.
And I did.
I slathered myself in vaseline, wore two caps, earplugs and for the one and only time in my life was grateful for the fat cells I have on my body.
It was comforting to be able to breath to my left and see the crowd the entire swim. Thus I saw my friends, other on-lookers, and more importantly I saw my Dad and my Mom. My eternal fans.
1 comment:
TEAM NO WETSUIT!
Parents are the best!!
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