Not sure what I was thinking, but the other day the urge hit me to sign up for another triathlon. I'm terrible at the swim. Like really bad. I get panic attacks, swim in the wrong direction, and no matter what seem to have foggy goggles and a water logged swim cap. But I signed up. SO not it's time to train.
After a little research, I found a pool that's open in my neighborhood, which was no small feat considering Covid and all the restrictions. But the pool seems safe, and it's a mile away. In. I emailed with the coach a bit and decided to try a class.
From parking to the full workout I felt like one of those old Sesame Street "One of these Things" oddballs. I parked in the wrong lot, and when I walked in I got lost in a sea of high schoolers getting ready for practice on my way to Masters.
Finally situated in a shared lane for Master Swim, and after warning the coach I was s-l-o-w and didn't know what I was doing, I was in it. Literally, in the pool. Coach wrote a bunch of stuff on a white board and at first I couldn't see a thing (non glasses under goggles) so I hopped out and put my glasses on to toggle with the goggles. That old lady nerd, yes, me. Then, I still couldn't understand a thing. Here's the white board:
1. 200 strong
2. 25 fast
3. back
4. front other
5. x3
I was trying to make up in my head what all of these meant and failed so I asked. "What's 200 strong?" The coach replied "strong" and flexed her arm. OK... very descriptive. So I started.
The good news is I got lapped nearly ever lap so I could look at others for reference. The bad news is I got lapped nearly every lap.
It's OK! Day 1. I'm just getting started...
