A person who really isn’t used to the repetition of swimming laps, grows to hate the regimen of swimming. He wishes he could get back to lifting weights and running, activities that can work up a good sweat. Where’s the sweat in swimming?
The boredom is mind-numbing. My mind wanders and I forget whether it was 15 laps, or going on 15 laps, or 12 laps for that matter. At least I can see with the prescription swim goggles I bought, having chosen a pair of mirrored polarized prescription swim goggles, deciding over the smoked lens prescription swim goggles I almost purchased.
I miss the sweat from a good workout which is tangible evidence that I have burned calories and exerted my muscles. I hate the smell of the chlorine (in the morning or any other time, for that matter). I hate the moment when I lower my goggles over my eyes and push off for those first few strokes. I hate the idea I’ll be going back and forth interminably for the next hour. I swear, swimming is like that movie Ground Hog Day when it comes to repetitious ad nauseum. I love my first cup of coffee after a long swim, mainly because it’s over. I feel like celebrating!
Thanks to the encouragement of a colleague, I completed my first sprint triathlon about a month ago. I was not very confident in the swim, but least confident in the run because my ankle is still bothersome. My great surprise was somehow, my legs remembered how to run fast, and I did surprisingly well on the 5K.
The swim, however, I only survived. It was an open water lake swim in the Northeast in May, needless to say, the water was glacial.
I had never been swimming with a hundred people before, and there had been 3 heats before mine, so the water was very choppy. I felt like I couldn’t catch my breath, probably due to the excitement and adrenaline, and the waves, although small, made inhaling a full breath challenging. I finally gave up on freestyle, and swam the backstroke, probably diagonally. I even think I kicked someone in the face. 13 grueling minutes later, the swim was over, my respect for those who can truly swim increased infinitely. At least I had my trusty swim goggles.