I love the Y, I really do. Last night was a bit of a test though. The pool was so packed that at one point three of us were sharing a lane. Doesn't sound like much fun does it? I have to remind myself however, that the swim portion on of this triathlon, well, let's just say its going to be a little bit more packed.
Actually as soon as I start thinking about the swim portion of the event I think of Maine fishermen. You know what I mean. Big burly men out fishing in the cold Atlantic. Ice is freezing to their beards and a soggy cigar is hanging out of the side of their mouth. They pull up a huge net filled with all kinds of fish, smashed together - gills flexing for oxygen but getting no real breath. The net opens and fish drop - heavy to the floor of the boat. Within an instant all of the fish are flopping about. Some jumping high in the air only to land in the same place, fated to flop desperately amongst the other fish. Well, that's me, swimming in a triathlon.
It was a good swim though. I feel strong and ready to do this thing that I've set out to do. Deep breath, count to ten, exhale. I'm ready. Thirty-two days to go.
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