So…Remember when I was all
cocky confident about this sprint triathlon? It’s creeping up on me, in two weeks, and I’m having some last minute panic.
Over the weekend I had a wetsuit in my possession. It was a three day rental and I only used it one out of the three days. Bad, bad, bad, should have taken more advantage of the wetsuit rental. On Monday, I first put it on while I was putting away groceries. I thought that would help get me used to how it feels to move around in it. It was so uncomfortable, it was strangling me, I started to think maybe I could brave the cold water instead.
Then the mister and I went to the race site. The race site is obviously the best place to practice, right? Nope, the race site was stupid. I stood on the shoreline with my feet ankle deep in the water and observed my surroundings. Other beach goers were standing just knee deep in the water, way, way, waaaaay out there. What the? I can’t swim in that?
I get on the web on my iPhone to double check that I’m at the right place, yes, unfortunately I am. Apparently I’m not swimming in this tri, I’m just going to run the swim portion in knee-deep water.
Frustrated, I left the beach without even attempting to squeeze and squirm into the wetsuit. My husband was also frustrated and didn’t understand why I was being so stubborn. After a few minutes of bickering and sun burning we headed to a different beach where it’s deep enough to swim in.
There I had no qualms about it. I got right in, well, after a struggle to get my booty into the wetsuit. I was grunting, “EErrRrr..EErrRrrr”
“Do you really have to grunt so loud? People are looking”
“YOU TRY TO GET INTO THIS THING!”
Sun burn makes a happy couple a crabby, bickering couple.
I practiced swimming into the large, ferocious tsunami-like waves of Lake Monona. I tried swimming parallel to the waves, and back to the shore. It’s haaarrrrd. The waves ate me alive. My heart beat was erratic. I doggie paddled.
Then I practiced busting out of the wetsuit and hustling my wet feet into socks and shoes. My husband timed me, I did it twice in just under two minutes. Three little lessons I learned from this experience:
1. Put my shorts on before my shoes during transition
2. Untie my shoelaces before the race so I’m not wasting time untying laces in transition
3. Wear sun block and laugh at everything