Imagine peering out over the water at your favorite lake...you stand back and admire the beautiful landscape. The sun is shining brightly over the calm waters below. Then something catches your eyes in the distance. It's an object that you can't readily identify. It appears to be a fish, floating on top of the water but floundering in place. That was what I looked like yesterday in my second attempt at swimming in my wetsuit. I am beginning to think that there truly is an art to wetsuit swimming. I just hope that I can accomplish and master it before the Olympic distance triathlon tomorrow which will undoubtedly include a W-E-T-S-U-I-T! OMG!
On a positive note, I learned what the term "chicking" means. Apparently, I "chicked" one of the male tri club members. Yesterday upon arrival, I felt like I had entered a village holding the head of the beast I had slayed in my hand upon being congratulated, applauded, etc. by all of the other tri club members. I knew that I had beat a male on the bike this past race but had no idea how significant it was not only to him and the club but should be to me. He told everyone that "that Tonya girl from Lexington beat me on the bike...she smoked me." I had to chuckle with pride given my recollection of him stating to me that when it comes to triathlons, "the swim is just an obstacle to me getting on my bike." One girl said $10 for every time I "smoke" him on the bike. Sounds like a good bet to me!
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