None of my times actually reflect my happiness with this race.
Was it the sun? Was it that I was joined by Ms. Montoya? Was it knowing, that Hector was probably one of the blue caps that swam over me?
Some of those, surely. But really really, for the first time I had no breathing issues on the swim. I am a strong (albeit slow) swimmer. I can go on FOREVER in all kinds of water. Pack swim starts of any kinds are not my friend.
Read a description of water-boarding...that's what used to happen.
This year, I did an open water swim clinic with Coach Liz. I decided to swim as soon as I hit the water, you know really get my face in the yuck.
It worked. A smooth, rhythmic, BEAUTIFUL swim.
In my first Columbia 4 years ago, the attack was so bad I started to swim for shore. Thank I saw the people and felt a rush of shame for quitting. I decided that they medics could probably revive me quickly enough if I lost consciousness, and that was the way I preferred to get out of the lake. Sheer determination and lots of swimming on my back always got me through.
So I was overjoyed with the swim. I did well enough on the bike and bonked the run. (I'm still learning to work through my egg and wheat allergy and didn't neat nearly enough)
I still finished. I'm still smiling. Thanks, Coach Liz, it was your voice in my head. (oh and Katie Perry's 'Firework')
Next year, I'll race as Wendy NEWTON!