This post is a week late. The swim was last Saturday. Sunday I got on a train across Canada, and couldn't post. So here it is.
I didn't do the "last gasp" swim. I'd pulled my glute muscle earlier in the week, and wasn't sure I'd have a strong enough kick. Another "DNF" was not the way to gain back my confidence. So I thought I'd test things out in Lake Washington instead. This idea proved to be brilliant.
I was having a very emotional day. The trip across Canada was one I'd been anticipating for almost a year. And the fact that I was finally packing to go had me in a vulnerable feeling head space. That, combined with almost a week off exercise to rest the glute left me craving a workout.
I took a break from packing, and headed down to the lake. As I was getting in, a father, out walking with his young son, asked me about the water temp. My reply was "probably in the high 60's, so a little warmer than the air." When I checked the bouy stats, I was right. 68*. Perfect for a short swim.
Within 5 strokes I KNEW I'd made the right decision. I remembered who I am. Swimming makes me the most me I know. The sky's were cloudy, so visibility under water was excellent. And I relaxed. The stress of the trip, the emotionality floated away. It was the perfect swim.
It rained briefly. My first "wet" swim. And the waves were whitecaps for a while. I probably only swam for 25 minutes, as I still had some housework to do. But it was still perfect. A reminder of who I am.