No. Not that serious. It’s just time to transition from the one swim per week slacker phase to, say, double that. Maybe even three swims on a big week. That’s what I did this past seven days. I swam THREE times. Hopefully, this will edge me back toward previous speeds, or in the very least, regain my ability to go out a little fast to jump on some faster feet, not that this is a new technique. In fact, I practiced it again today. The jumping on to faster feet part, not the fast starting part.
Today I participated in a local one mile open water swim race. Please note the word “participated.” This is key. There was a mix of swimmers and triathletes. The swimmers all wore swim suits. Most of the triathletes wore wetsuits in the 76 degree water. To be fair, I passed on the wetsuit because I doubt any of the other tri’s I have this season will be wetsuit legal and 76 degree water is nice swimming temperature.
I started out in my typical post-partum lackadaisical manner with hordes of wetsuit wearing folks surrounding me. Ho hum. Please don’t kick me in the head when you slow down, please. About a quarter of the way through, I came upon a two swimmers side by side. I tucked in behind them and enjoyed the free ride. The one that kicked a whole lot continued ahead of the other (and appeared to be swimming fairly straight), so I decided that these would be the feet I would follow today. After talking to my brother at the finish, we determined that this person is named Matt. Thank you Matt.
So I kept on Matt’s feet and as the distance wore on, I began to entertain thoughts of slowing down because I was getting tired. Goodness me. Is this the same tough chick that made it through 32 hours of labor? Did I use up all my “tough” that day? Anyway, I kept up the effort because that would have been totally lame to let a perfectly good draft go during a race because I was too lazy, even if I am just participating for the swim buoy practice. Eventually, he did open up a gap towards the end when he came up next to another guy who then sped up which led to them sprinting in for the finish.
Then Nasrin was right there and we swam in together. We stood up at the same time and I thought for a split second that I could sprint up to the finish mat first, but I realized how wrong that was once I tried it. I need to practice that skill, that whole swimming hard then standing up to run into transition. That will prove useful in those triathlons I have coming up. Duly noted. No worries, though, because now I’m serious about swimming.