When I returned from the states I had a chance to spend some
time with Anne. It is good to be home!
I am only going to be home for two days until I head to Miami,
Florida for a large conference so we have to make the most of it.
During the weekend, our plans were to attend a wedding in
Boston and visit her parents on the return trip. Normally, visiting your girlfriend’s parents
rates up there with a pubic hair waxing (I read about it), but Anne’s parents
are the exception. First of all, they
are hilarious and very welcoming. I
think they are starting to treat me as one of their own because I am receiving
a good deal of unsolicited parental advice.
I was especially excited to go because of their proximity to
a lake where I could test my open water swimming. My first triathlon is only one week away and
I have not swam in the “open water” for years.
With a 0.9 mile swim ahead of me, I needed some practice.
When I arrived at their home, I made my intentions of swimming
known. Anne and her mom decided it would
be a good idea if they accompanied me in kayaks. Whether it was because Anne’s mom wanted to
be on the water or Anne thought I may drown, the three of us headed for the
water.
I gave Anne my GPS watch so she could keep track of how far
I was traveling and my time so I would know what to expect. I strapped on my
Speedo Vanquisher 2.0 Swim Goggles, jumped in the
water, and began the swim.
If you have not swum in a while, let me remind you of the
experience. Your face is completely
under water except when you need breathe so navigation is a bit tricky. Thanks to all my work in the pool, I had my
breathing down pat, but missed the navigational lines on the bottom. After I was in more than 10 feet of depth, I
could not see a thing except my own arms flapping. When I looked up to see where
I was going, I
realized that my rudder is broken and I have a case of the “lefts”.
After what seemed like eternity, I noticed I was severely
out of breath and needed to stop. I
popped up, looked at Anne, and asked “How far was that?”.
“0.12 miles” Anne responded.
I am in serious trouble!
I know that hope is not a strategy, but I hope I turn into a fish in the
next week.