You’ve got to say it in the same style that Rachel Ray lets EVOO roll off of her tongue. OOWS. Ocean Open Water Swim. That’s what I’m racing tomorrow. Sprint triathlon with a OOWS.
Sunday, our local tri club is hosting yet another free sprint triathlon. They are so awesome. As you may or may not recall, about three weeks ago I showed up to one of their races, totally untrained, and miraculously, survived (on a very short freshwater/pond swim). And since that day, I’ve actually been training. Another miracle I know. I feel good. I feel stronger. Can I swim the 500 yards in tomorrows race? Absolutely. Not a doubt in my mind. Am I nervous that it’s an OOWS? You betchya.
But it’s not what you are thinking. While I may be afraid of these guys:
|Aww, man! We will miss
|Woooo! Go Heather! You can do it, you’re a triathlete, swim it out girl!|
Weird I know.
What makes me most nervous about the ocean is it’s unpredictability. In the years I spent surfing, I was always comfortable out there…it’s hard not to be when you have a 6 foot flotation device strapped to you at all times. I didn’t mind getting tossed around in the washing machine of a breaking wave if I fell, because I always knew I’d get spit back out, eventually. As I’m writing this, I’m starting to laugh at myself. Really Heather? You’ll get tossed off of a surfboard, unsure of which way is up, but you are afraid for a calm swim from point A to point B?
Calm. I guess that’s what I’m hoping for, but in my mind I keep picturing a scene out of “The Perfect Storm”, with my neon pink swim cap bobbing amidst 20 foot swells.
I’m rolling my eyes at myself.
My goal tomorrow is to swim the entire 500 yards. I swam an 1,100 open water swim at Irongirl last summer, 500 yards , in the salty sea (let’s hear it for free buoyancy!) should be a cake walk (cake swim?). Here’s hoping the current and King Neptune are on my side…