Just keep swimming, just keep swimming
I've been swimming 3 times so far to prep for this sprint triathlon. Of my 1.5 year membership at this gym, that marks 3 times I've been to the pool now. So it's getting pretty serious.
My first swim, I basically drowned and got my ass kicked by an old man in the lane next to me. I swam 10x50m and breathed more water than air. I don't know what swimming form is, but I approach it like Phoebe approaches running.
My second time wasn't so scary and I swam 7x100m with 30 second rests in between. I was happy about it, I liked the structure and felt like this 500m swim is gonna be alright. I can do it, or I will be able to in a month.
Then my third swim, last night, I planned to do 3x100m and 2x150m. But on my 3rd set of 100m, I just kept going. I swam 300m all at once, rested 30 seconds and did another 100m for shits and giggles. Y'all, I can totally nail this swim. I ain't scurred.
Except it's not in a pool with clear water and a nice black line to follow so I know I'm going straight. (Okay, I'm a little scurred.) I 100% smoothly (Lies, all lies.) asked a pro about open water swimming before the race - "Um, so do I just like get in a lake? Are you allowed to do that? Will I get hit by a boat? Are there sharks in lakes, or like, other mean fish? Do we have alligators here? Wait, crocodiles? What's the difference?" - and he looked at me like I was the idiot I sounded like and asked if I had a boyfriend. And I didn't understand how that was relevant until he followed up with, "Do you have a boyfriend with a kayak?" And then I wondered how many girls in the world have boyfriends with kayaks to make that a reasonable question. Is it common? I know one person that owns a kayak. ONE. Out of all the people I know in real life, one. And he's not my boyfriend. How necessary is that part? Is he supposed to kayak next to me or something? Seems like he'd hit me with the paddles. (And not even in a good way.) This is what happens in my brain during conversations, y'all. This is why I have RBF in public so people don't talk to me, because I make talking to me awkward. I'm doing you a favor, really.
So the pro said that there's a beach on a lake nearby that's open to swimmers, and my hypothetical boyfriend with a kayak should go with me just in case I get a cramp or accidentally breathe in a minnow or something, so he could either save me from drowning or steal my cash/tell the paramedics approximately where my body is, whichever is easier.
So I guess my boyfriend needs a kayak. Also, still curious about whether or not there are mean fish in lakes.