This weekend I had a bridal shower that kept me from Alki (and was totally worth it, Mazel Tov to the bride-to-be!!). A mimosa before a swim may not be the best of ideas, but it helped me be festive. Since I couldn't make it to Alki, I posted on Facebook for a friend to swim with in the afternoon.
I met up with L at the big lake in the middle of the afternoon. Seattle is in the middle of a heat wave, so it was in the high 80s and everyone wanted to be on the water. With a strong wind and TONS of boats the lake was really choppy. I'd estimate there were 1-2 foot swells, and in many directions. The wind was mostly out of the north.
L and I did the mile round trip to the dog park. The swim out was much rougher than the swim back, with the wind. I had to stick to breast stroke, even though I want to work on my flutter kick, as freestyle would have made me seasick. However, I observed how comfortable I was in the waves. I remembered a swim from my 42nd birthday, a year and a half ago, where I was in similar chop and wasn't sure I was going to make it. I kept thinking I should give up and get out. This time that wasn't even a consideration. I knew I could handle the chop. It was great to note how far I'd come.
The funny sight on this swim was three men swimming and trying to keep their beer bottles out of the waves. Each one had one hand, with a bottle, raised well above his head. They did offer to share, so at least they were nice about it.