The temperature for Saturday’s triathlon is forecast to be 86 degrees.
That may not sound like much to many of you (and may even be laughable to some) but for someone living in Western Washington, it’s extreme. Consider the fact that black asphalt can radiate 180 degrees 6′ above it’s surface on such a day, and it’s down right scary.
This may be the race where I finally barf.
Today I needed to get one last (or maybe the 2nd to last) open water swim in before my first Olympic distance triathlon on Saturday (which I am totally freaking out about and am not ready for this early in this, my 2nd season of doing these things)
My regular swim partner Gene has had some “complications” at work and couldn’t get off in time to do the swim with me.
I had another potential partner from the South Sound Triathlon Club who wanted to come out, but he recently moved and couldn’t find his wetsuit. (no way do you want to try a mile in the current water temps without one)
So I had to suck it up and go solo.
I made sure that people knew where I was and when to expect me back.
I called the Icky Boy before I want in and after I got out (even if he came out to be bored and watch, he’s not a swimmer and even if he was, with me out in the middle of the lake, there wouldn’t be anything he could do anyway-but I know I like to know when he’s returned safely from something with significant risk)
The police are usually there and the outrigger canoe club practices in the area-both parties usually watch out for swimmers.
I was probably safer there than I was driving to work on I-5 this morning. I’m a strong simmer (but I’d by lying if I didn’t have self doubt and anxiety even though I swam that exact route last week with no problem)
It would be virtually impossible to sink in the wetsuit.
I towed my lifeguard float in case I got a cramp or took on water…
I hydrated well today (it was HOT out) and ate some shot blocks for extra energy before I want out (they really help after a 10 hour shift at work)
People looked at me like I was nuts; nuts for wearing a wetsuit, nuts for carrying that silly float and nuts for getting in the lake and swimming out to the far end.
I felt good…
I swam it a bit faster than last time (no one to shoot the breeze with)
I got out, texted work and called the icky boy to check in and headed home.
I’ve been tired the last couple of weeks.
I did two sprint triathlons in a week, and did runs two days after each of them.
I did a 71 mile bike ride a week and a half ago ago.
I haven’t been running as much as I’d like, but I have done a (slow) difficult half marathon this year.
I’ve done two open wter swims of just over a mile…
I’ve done FOUR sprint marathons (3 with 250 meter swims and one with a 400 meter swim) which is likely more than a lot of people have done this year but not enough if my books.
I just don’t feel fully trained up enough in any of my disciplines. Training for a triathlon and to be a staff rider for a double century with a full time job (oh, and a life) is a daunting task at times.
I feel like I’m not giving anything enough time or attention.
I’m resting tomorrow.
I’ve been tired. My legs feel fatigued and my morning resting heart rate is a bit higher than I think it should be (60 bmp)
I may do another swim on Thursday afternoon for confidence. I don’t’ use my legs much when I swim (difficult in a full wetsuit and counterproductive in a triathlon where you need to save your legs for the bike and run), so I should be OK. At this point, I really don’t consider swimming a workout.
Can I do an Olympic distance triathlon (full mile swim-40K bike-10K run) in the heat, this early in a season where I don’t feel I’ve done enough?
We’ll see on Saturday.
I will be supported by good friends (and my Icky Boy)
And I “haz he stubborn”
Mood: Swimmin’ baby…. Swimmin’