Triathlon #2 is looming ahead of me. I’m filled with excitement, relief to have some normalcy after a crazy weekend, and a lot of nervousness/anxiety. Oddly enough, the long, open water swim is not what I am (most) nervous for at Iron Girl this weekend. Nope, despite the fact that I’ve never done an open water swim, and I hear it goes a little something like this:
I am not nervous. Perhaps all of those years being unexpectedly tossed off of my surfboard into the roaring ocean will do me good here. You don’t know which way is up, you just know to hold your breath, stay calm, swim towards the light, and the ocean will spit you out eventually. I imagine that’s how open water triathlons are. The person punching you in the head and swimming over the top of you has to pass you eventually, right? Then you take a breath and move forward before the next
wave swimmer barrels over the top of you.