Here's the "race report" I wrote for the 2010 Park to Park, which was before this blog. I've pasted it from another source, to keep my log here consistant.
Park to Park 1.4 Mile Open Water Swim
August 29, 2010
This was my big goal race for the summer. I started training with open water swimming as soon as the lake was warm enough (back in April or so). 6:30 am felt early when my sister-in-law (J) and her friend L showed up downstairs. Driving to the start, we laughed about how crazy and idea this was. It was about 50* and windy at the start. After body marking, a trip to the bathroom, I suited up, dropped my drop bag on the bus and headed to the start. I was in the first and slowest wave (yellow caps). J and L were slated to start 12 min behind me in their orange caps.
I checked in for the swim with the checkers, gave my number, stepped into the chute, and waded into the water. They described the course--- see that beach across the lake? Swim there. Keep the sailboat on your right, and then look for the yellow buoys that mark the finish. The water was 69 or 70 degrees, so felt all right, especially compared to the 50* air. I got water into my suit, to avoid the shock when I started to swim. They counted down, and we were off. As we left, the white swim-caps were lining up behind us.
As usual, between adrenaline and starting too fast, within about 3 minutes I couldn't catch my breath. Usually I'll tread/float until I can breathe, then start to swim again. However, the mill-foil (seaweed) was so thick that I couldn't put my legs down to float without getting tangled. I switched between breast and crawl, looking for my comfort spot.
Eventually, I caught my breath and got a rhythm. I did crawl for about 20 strokes, would do 2 of breast (to look where I was going) and return to crawl. Within about 7 minutes (all times estimated, I didn't wear a watch) the first white-capped swimmer passed me. As I got closer to the sailboat, the waves picked up. The swells were about 2 feet and I had to breathe on my left side (weaker side) in order to not get a face full of water every breath. Then I started getting seasick. Seriously, out in the middle of the lake, the motion sickness kicked in. I switched to breast, took a few breaths above water, and the sickness went away. Back to crawl, back to sick. Back to breast, I'm ok. Guess I'll stick with breast. A few more times, throughout the swim, I'd try crawl, and within 4 strokes start to feel sick. I had a moment of imagining what it would be like to puke in a swim race (I've only done it once in a running race) and committed to swimming across the whole lake breaststroke.
There is something amazing about being out in a body of water that big. In a depth well over your head, far enough from shore that you are really part of the water, not just a visitor in the water. I felt the waves, and instead of fighting them, worked to swim with them. I relaxed, and had fun.
Just as I was feeling all proud of myself for my "at one with the water" moment, the first dark-blue-capped swimmer passed me. This was the last (and fastest) group. Talk about "at one with the water"- this swimmer cut a neat straight line through the water, fast and direct. Beautiful.
Three quarters of the way across, I could see the finish. The two yellow buoys to swim between. I could see camera-flashes on the shore--there were people waiting! I started to feel hungry and decided I wanted to go to brunch, the Sunlight Café, and order the Euripides as my post-swim meal. I imagined my BF on the shore, camera in hand, waiting for me. He'd told me about 12 times the night before to be safe and that he loves me and to be safe. It was cute, but I also knew he was looking for me, hoping I'd come in safe.
I was drifting south so a kayaker herded me further north. He commented on how horrible the conditions were for swimming today. I thanked him for being out there in the kayak, and mentioned that I was breaststroking because the waves were making me motion sick. He laughed and said he could imagine they would.
As I passed the yellow buoys marking the finish channel, I thought "home free." And was immediately swept to the north by a strong rip-tide. Turing south, I powered into and across the current, lest I get swept into the moored boats. For about 3 minutes I didn't feel like I was making any progress, then I broke through it. It was so unfair to have the hardest 25 yards of the swim in the last 50 yards. I put my head down and saw milfoil again. I'd hated it at the beginning, but was so happy to see it now. A sign that the water was getting shallow and I was close to shore.
The swimmer in front of me stood up--- I powered to her spot and stood as well. My legs happy to take purchase on solid ground. BF was there, camera and towel in hand. As were my brother, sister-in-law and friend (they'd finished a few minutes ahead of me). My friend T said I took about 65 minutes, which was exactly what I'd predicted. I was proud of that time, swimming in worse conditions and far more breaststroke than I'd imagined.
Would I do it again? In a heartbeat!! Usually in running races I have a moment where I think "why the *&^% do I do this?" In this swim, I just had fun, the whole time. I expected a sense of accomplishment. I didn't expect it to be so fun!
Home and showered, we went out to the Sunlight for a Euripides and it was everything I imagined it would be. I'm happy and proud.
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