We did our first ocean swim yesterday, and it didn't go well. Although I have been practicing in a pool for months now, and can easily swim 2,250 meters (that's about 1.5 miles), I struggled with feeling my nuts in my throat while I swam yesterday afternoon. Just another in a long line of proof that I am (most likely) not gay (take THAT, Darron).
In all honesty, this was not the coldest water I had ever been in. A few years ago, when I tried a smaller triathlon, I was some in some VERY cold conditions. Yesterday didn't make me feel like dying, only ripping my skin off. There is a difference there. It's small, but it's different.
Additionally, I was the only person with a sleeveless wetsuit. I'm not sure how much colder this made me...or what role this played in scaring my nether regions. I would like to think none...so that's what I will think.
So after an hour of being talked to about how to ocean swim, we get in, get our shock of reality, and start floating around. We then have to get back out, and practice running back in, even though this isn 't how our triathlon will work. That's like practicing to wear a munchkin outfit on American Idol, then really going on dressed like Eva Longoria. God, I fucking hate her.
So we swim out past some kayaks and back a few times, and I swear to God, I am hyperventilating. Months of practicing...I can swim for over an hour nonstop ...and the first chance I get to do it in the ocean...I can't breathe the second I put my face in the water. Hurray for needlessly training!
The water is supposed to get "warmer" over the next few weeks, and we are also supposed to get "acclimated" to the "near death-like temperatures" that "make your lungs" want to "shrivel up" and "die."
All-and-all, as I mentioned, it didn't go well. But I'm a glass half full kind of guy, so:
Yesterday, I swam in the ocean. I didn't die and my testicles are now safely back in their holding cell. I got to pee on myself. Eva Longoria WASN'T there. We saw dolphins. I get to go back next week and try it all again.