Posts Tagged ‘triathlon’

Morning session #4

Posted: 07/27/2014 in Uncategorized
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Me: It’s as hard as I make it look, isn’t it?
Eric:  Yes. Yes it is.

From the comfort of the kayak after finishing the half-mile of stops & starts with which I’d tasked myself. Most of the training group was competing in Northern Ohio, so it was just the two of us out there ~ Eric adventuring out as my water safety crew since no one should swim alone.

Seriously,  how awesome is my husband that he’ll get up at 5AM on a Saturday to make sure I don’t drown?

When I was done, we switched places. He’s been listening to me talk about swimming form for almost a month. Decided to try it out.

Last time it was 10-12 strokes before the panic sets in & the feet have to find ground.  Yesterday, 14. Sometimes 20. Working on finding my breath. Staying calm. 

Half a mile in 14-20 stroke increments takes a lot longer than running it, that’s for damn sure.



I’ll explain about the cover story thing later. Let’s just say I have an idea to see how long I can keep up a streak. Tomorrow will be day 3.

In triathlons, there is always some type of water safety in place for the swimmers. Kayakers. Boats. Something that represents safe haven for those that struggle or tire or become injured.

I’m kind of jealous of those kayakers, if I’m being honest. I like to be the cheerleader and the coach that’s right there next to the struggle – to be the person that helps talk a person through the hard spot. I would also be honest to say that I’m good at it. Watching a friend of mine struggle in the swim portion, and having to yell from so far away as the beach – I didn’t like it.  I wanted to be on the boat. Looks like I’ve got another skill set to research to figure out how to be on the boat – do I need a lifeguard certification? water safety course?  Lots to think about.

At least until I’m a strong enough swimmer to be in the water.


Dismount at the yellow line

Posted: 07/23/2014 in Photos
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Dedication to purpose is a powerful thing.  At the triathlon I spectated earlier this month, this young dude was the gatekeeper to T2, saying over and over to the cyclists bearing down on him at fast pace “Dismount at the yellow line”. It was like a game of Chicken over and over again, because trust me, some riders DO NOT SLOW DOWN until the very last possible second coming into T2, and the kid did not move.

At one point, as I squatted down on a curb to  get upward angle shots, I said to him, “Wow, you’re really dedicated over there. You haven’t missed a single bike yet.” To this he responded, “It’s an important job.” and went right back to his task. I’m fairly certain that he didn’t even bother to look at me when he did, not wanting to take his eyes off the incoming lane. His face took on a perturbed scrunchiness when my camera pointed his direction.

I’m guessing that taking your eyes off the incoming lane when you’re playing Chicken is probably a bad idea.

Training is a conundrum sometimes. These changes that I’m making in my training schedule have me struggling to find the right times and means to fit in two entirely new sports. The current mission is to find a place where I can fit in a second swim day, so that I’ve got two swim days a week. I think that’s enough for now. Although it seems absolutely ridiculous, when I’ve already got a 24/7 gym (with no pool), a boxing gym, keys to two yoga studios, and 2 running groups, to try and add in yet another facility for the sake of a pool.  Sometimes the cost of improvement is being absolutely ridiculous.

And then once you have the facility lined up, the actual going and doing is a whole other story – that’s where the dedication to purpose comes in. When you show up to flail about, fight your swimming meerkat instincts and start getting your face in the water – over and over again. A kind of playing Chicken with your excuses. Egads, isn’t feeling this awkward once a week enough? Nope, better make it twice. *sigh*

Mission of the week: Secure a second opportunity to feel like a Chicken each week. Yeah, that gets a second *sigh*.




Just to be clear, that’s not me in the picture. I’m on the dry side.


A local triathlon last week at Caesar’s Creek – Sprint & Olympic distances I think . I’m still learning what those terms mean.   Also, a relay.  Friends were competing and my camera decided to keep me company while I went to go play cheerleader.



Well, maybe not how YOU deal with it, but it’s sure as heck how I deal with it!

Because getting up to swim at 5:00AM isn’t hard enough without a little gray clouds and rain.

It’s an hour away, convenient to none of us really, but it’s open water with a decent beach. Not the goose poop, or the bourbon even, the place we meet to swim, I mean. Okay, yes – that’s where the goose poop is.

A little club of intimates show up there so early – our group starts swimming at 7:00AM, but usually there are already others there.  Doesn’t really matter though, since we all keep an eye on each other.

Yesterday was my third training session – it’s been at least a decade since I’ve been swimming to do laps and I wasn’t really into it before. I can keep myself alive in the water, but you realize when you’ve watched a triathlon, that “not drowning” isn’t the same as being able to swim.

The first session, I borrowed goggles because I didn’t have my own. I did less than half the distance everyone else did and most of that I ran in the water. Running in the water is a form of “not drowning”. It’s not swimming. Just in case you didn’t know.

The second session, there was a clinic, and coach John spent some time teaching me about form. Apparently you have to put your face in the water if you want to be good at swimming. I swim like a meerkat – head up and looking around.  Face in the water, huh? I could make it 10-12 strokes before a little panic set in and I had to put my feet down. At least I had my own goggles.

Yesterday, I did most of the distance that everyone else did, and I swam most of if – in 10-20 stroke stops and starts – and VERY slowly.  I’m getting better, but wow! it does really suck. Sometimes, your only training goal is just to suck a little less.

On the way home, you realize the inside of your mouth and the soles of your feet itch. You start sneezing. You’re pretty sure lake water has given you bubonic plague. Then you think about the geese in the water, and the goose poop on the beach – soooo much poop *shudder* – and you consider that itching is probably about the geese. You’re allergic to goosedown. Probably allergic to goose poop too. Ugh. Is it okay to gargle with bourbon before 10AM? Bourbon, I am not allergic too.
The itching and sneezing stop after a long, HOT, sanitizing and highly soapy shower. Plus a date with my neti pot because, sexy.
For some reason, when I went to observe the Team RWB folks at Tri for Joe, a little switch flipped in my brain that said “I think I could do that.”
Now here I am, doing this, BADLY, but doing this triathlon thing.
Swimming in goose poop and gargling bourbon.