I said transparency was my goal for this blog, but I have a confession: I’m worried. Why am I worried? Well that conversation could take up an entire day, so let’s stay focused here. I began this triathlon training more concerned with my time on the bike than anything else. The run didn’t concern me, considering my background. And for some reason, some stupid pompous reason, the swim didn’t concern me at all. I’ve always been a capable swimmer. I’ve easily swam from the diving board to the side of the pool. Had no problem swimming from the end of the water-slide to the nearest food cart. And certainly didn’t have any trouble swimming to the shore of a river after spotting a water moccasin (incidentally, probably my fastest 25 yard split ever).Well after my first three swim workouts, I’m not sure I could rub them together to make a mile between them. Seriously swimmers, how do you do it? My naiveté may be showing, but I figured that aerobic fitness was aerobic fitness. I could run a marathon so, heck, I should be able to swim a good distance, right? Wrong. Very wrong. Here’s how workout one went. I push-off the wall, feeling strong and like a shorter version of Michael Phelps. 20 seconds later I’m clinging to the opposite side of the pool for dear life gasping for air. I repeated this sad process 15 more times, got out of the pool trying to salvage what was left of my dignity and (surprisingly) was able to make it to the locker room.
Workout two must have heard my struggles from workout one and invited a larger audience to watch the spectacle. I couldn’t shake the image of the life guard watching me and thinking to himself a Herbert Morrison-esque “OH THE HUMANITY”. More likely he was prepping his lifeguard noodle and taking off his flip-flops. I’m sure he thought he was going to have to drag my sorry butt out of the pool.
With workout three I was determined. I was better than this. I could beat this sport. I was going to swim farther than I’d ever swam before. Well, mission accomplished. I made it down and back before stopping to gulp down air instead of water. You’re probably thinking to yourself, “What kind of idiot would sign up for a triathlon and can’t swim more than a lap?” This one. This one would.
If I wasn’t so crunched for time, I’d find the situation humorous. Yesterday, I managed to flail out 36 laps (totalling one mile) in one hour. An hour! A far cry from my 25:00 goal time. Although yesterday’s swim workout was an improvement over the first three workouts, the thought of swimming 1500 yards non-stop in June seems insurmountable. So my question is, how did you all get started swimming and how long did it take for you to build up any sort of endurance? Or am I just doomed to be the only triathlete wishing for a wall every 50 yards?