It's hard to be good at anything when you don't do it often. In my defense (sort of), swimming is a small part of a triathlon. You can be a super fast swimmer and that still doesn't get you a lot of time over slower swimmers. I know I can swim any distance I need to, so I end up ignoring the swimming portion of my plan. It's the thing that goes if I need a day off, or I use swim days to make up other workouts I missed.
All this leads me to last Monday. My first open water swim since the Half Full in October. It was a mile swim in Lake Serene. I met up with some people from a local shop, and Erika, a Tough Chik teammate. The water was cold. In the low 60's. It took my breathe away when I got in. I was the only one in a sleeveless wetsuit. I didn't think much of it until I felt the energy being sucked out of my arms. It was hard to get them around. I finally got in a rhythm. I picked up my head to look around and I was alone. I saw splashing in the distance. This was a new experience for me. I
I headed back across the lake, wondering what happened to my fast. Thinking it might be time to hit up a masters group. I make it to the other side and there is talk about doing another lap (that's another mile for those keeping score). Two people were all in. The other 3 of us were not so sure. We agreed to do go half way out and back. We head out and I quickly lost sight the other's feet. In true overachieving, triathlete fashion, no one stopped half way. I thought about it. By this time I was freezing, but who wants to be the only one to NOT go the whole way? Not me. So, I kept going.
It took me close to an hour to swim 2 miles. I know this is not horrible. I know there are not a ton of people who would even swim 2 miles. For me, this was an eye opener. Once upon a time I was a good swimmer. If I would like to be that again, I need to get my butt in the pool (or even better, a lake).
|This just made me laugh.|
Moral of my story...don't rest on what you used to be.