Friday, July 9, 2010
What the %!$%! Was I Thinking?
Around 36 hours from now, I'll be waking up and getting ready to try to swim a 5k. Not for speed, mind you. Just for distance, to see if I can. *
Ok, I don't know why.
Maybe just to prove that I can.
And that's where the fear comes in. Because, what if I can't?
And by can't, don't get me wrong. I'm not afraid of anything bad happening. I'm not afraid of drowning. But what if I embarrass myself - veer off course, fall way behind, never make it to the finish line? They only give you one hour from when the first person finishes to finish the course yourself. And then they pull you out.
And, trust me here, I don't want to be pulled out.
But it could happen. Last year, because of intense currents one of the strongest women in my group who is way faster than I am took 3 1/2 hours to finish. Would that mean four- plus hours in the water for me? Er.
On second thought, maybe I DO want to be pulled out.
At any rate, cross your fingers and wish me luck. Either way, I'll report in.
Unless my swimming partner (and the woman who talked me into joining her) doesn't show up to pick me up on Sunday morning. Then I'll be blissfully sleeping in.
(*I think that is me on the left in the red and white cap.)