rocknrollgirl
04-26-2007, 05:21 PM
OK, I went, I swam, I am not sure if I conquered.
I arrived at the lake after an hour and half drive. Long drive for a short swim, but waht are you gonna do.
So I met a nice lady in the parking lot. She was preparing for her first ever race. We went to the rest room together to suit up. We had to make our way around the nests made over the winter by the critters. We struggled and grunted and wiggled our way in to our wetsuits and made our way out to the water.
The "clinic" part of this clinic was really in name only, it really is more of a gathering of nutcases that want to train, and need someone to watch their back when the water is freezing.
So we went on down to the water, and were joined by a few men. Everyone tippy toed in, YIKES..cold.....ok, dunk under.....Cold water rushes in to the zipper...YIKES...
The other people dipped and hemmed and hawed....I just rolled over and started swimming.
COLD FACE....YIKES...stroke, stroke, breathe, stroke, stroke breathe...hey this is not so bad....stroke, stroke...PANIC...wetsuit is tight..tight around my neck...tight, cannot breathe....UGGGGHHHHH....
Ok, relax...here comes a nice triathlon dude...Hey, I yell over...is this normal...panic, chokie feeling. Oh yea, everybody gets that.
Well I managed to swim about 1000 yards. All that work I did this winter on my pretty feathered stroke...out the window. It just became, breathe every stroke.
By the end I was feeling a bit better. I will suck it up and go back next week. We have a lake much closer, but I need someone to be there with the water this cold.
The good news is that I was warm. Toasty warm inside my suit.
So, I give it a 5 on the scale of 1-10....
I arrived at the lake after an hour and half drive. Long drive for a short swim, but waht are you gonna do.
So I met a nice lady in the parking lot. She was preparing for her first ever race. We went to the rest room together to suit up. We had to make our way around the nests made over the winter by the critters. We struggled and grunted and wiggled our way in to our wetsuits and made our way out to the water.
The "clinic" part of this clinic was really in name only, it really is more of a gathering of nutcases that want to train, and need someone to watch their back when the water is freezing.
So we went on down to the water, and were joined by a few men. Everyone tippy toed in, YIKES..cold.....ok, dunk under.....Cold water rushes in to the zipper...YIKES...
The other people dipped and hemmed and hawed....I just rolled over and started swimming.
COLD FACE....YIKES...stroke, stroke, breathe, stroke, stroke breathe...hey this is not so bad....stroke, stroke...PANIC...wetsuit is tight..tight around my neck...tight, cannot breathe....UGGGGHHHHH....
Ok, relax...here comes a nice triathlon dude...Hey, I yell over...is this normal...panic, chokie feeling. Oh yea, everybody gets that.
Well I managed to swim about 1000 yards. All that work I did this winter on my pretty feathered stroke...out the window. It just became, breathe every stroke.
By the end I was feeling a bit better. I will suck it up and go back next week. We have a lake much closer, but I need someone to be there with the water this cold.
The good news is that I was warm. Toasty warm inside my suit.
So, I give it a 5 on the scale of 1-10....