March 20, 2011
The good news is, the second half of the week was definitely more productive than then first half, with of course, some great blogging fodder along the way. After a crazy busy Wednesday, I was able to slip in a less stressful run-swim-run on Thursday. I’m definitely still getting acclimated to the swimming aspect of training and have secured, what I believe, is another good tip for newbies: Don’t swim laps while an aqua aerobics class is underway.
For all of you who know exactly what I’m talking about, please do tell your newbie friends about this and read on for a good laugh. For those of you scratching your heads slightly, also read on for a good laugh and some sound advice.
About 3 laps into my swim, I should have noticed the aqua class had begun to jog in a circle around their portion of the pool. I didn’t. About 4 laps into my swim, I definitely should have noticed the shift in water as I headed toward the far end, but me, being so focused on breathing (and by breathing I mean not gulping water), I again, did not. On my 5th lap, I was about three quarters of the way to the end when all of a sudden I felt like I’d hit a wall. Now this feeling is not totally foreign to me; I have definitely experienced this while running, but never quite so abruptly. I knew I was getting tired, but I was honestly thinking to myself, “Self, this is crazy”! As I momentarily lifted my face out of the water, I felt my body move backwards (yes, backwards) in the whirlpool that had been created by the aqua joggers! I actually burst out laughing. I turned around and swam back to the other end. After a few more futile tries, I eventually gave up and hauled my tired self out of the pool. The lifeguard on duty chuckled as I walked by and said “I give you a lot of credit, most people just give up and get out.” She thought she was paying me a well deserved compliment, but in truth I honestly didn’t know any better (you can give up and get out? Without finishing? Really?) and was too ashamed to admit that it took me a while to even realize what was happening. (For a moment I thought my 34 year old body was failing me).
So that behind me, I was on to a Friday spin class (shout out to those who take Herb’s class, you bad-asses) and was very much looking forward to my first group ride on Saturday. At 7am (not so much looking forward to that part).
7am dawned cold and windy. And windy. And windy. But I packed my bike into my car (remember, the “hybrid” bike, the Fred Flintstone bike), grabbed a cup of coffee and off I went w/ my newbie neighbor to my (our) inaugural ride. I loved it! At least on the way out. The wind in my hair, the sun rising over the fields, the quiet and peacefulness of it all…… Right before the turnaround I saw the two leaders (who I have since discovered is my fellow blogger) and smiled and waved. Yes, they were well ahead of me, but weren’t we all loving it? (I think I might have been the one they shouted out to about the wind, but I didn’t hear it. It was, evidently, lost in the wind). Honestly, it was crazy! It was like my swim all over again. Where were the aqua joggers? Were they haunting me? Had they morphed into wind, pushing me further and further back as I tried in vain to pedal my HYBRID up each hill.
I won’t belabor the details of the wind (although I could. I must have told my husband about it at least 5 times yesterday), but after reader Cheryl “the addict’s” blog, I am thrilled to know that while I absolutely loved the experience on the bike, that wind was not the norm and I will not be facing that (or the aqua joggers) each and every time I get on a bike or go for a swim.
Whew. What a relief.