I almost look the part of a triathlete in the photo above. What you can't see are my water wings and floatation belt. Alright, I am kidding, my kids wouldn't let me borrow them so it was just me versus the lake.
I have known all along that my swimming skill are sub-par. I do remember myself being a great swimmer in high school but what I do know is that swimming is NOT like riding a bike. I have not done real swimming for about 20 years and I guess you could say I am a bit rusty. With the triathlon in 42 days, I though I had better get crackin' on swim training.
I met my friend and tri-mate, Leah, at Lake Nokomis promptly at 9AM. She wasted no time and got into the water right away. Me, I was
a really big whiner a bit hesitant and slowly made my way into the sledge color lake. Ew, Ew, Ew! I am not a prissy lady unless I am swimming in a lake....especially when I have witnessed a dog taking a shit in the water at said lake. After a bit more whining acclamation, I dove in. It wasn't as bad as my imagination made it out to be.
My first goal was to swim to the swimming buoy and back. I was kicking and moving my arms but I really wasn't going anywhere. I felt like my body was upright while I was trying to swim forward. I tried to freestyle and could not get my breathing correct....I am not going to lie, I had a few mini panic attacks. Leah is a swimmer and told me that my strokes looked great. I didn't feel great. I could not breathe, I couldn't get the rhythm down and finally I gave up and dog paddled to the buoy and back. We did the lap a second time and I am not sure what I did to get to the buoy this time but I was out of breath. Swimmers always look so peaceful and full of grace in the water, I look like I am having a seizure. Along with our swim, we practice running into the water a couple of times too (equally scary as my swim). Total amount of time in the water....30 minutes.
Lake 1, Carly 0
(Getting in is the accomplishing something, right)