Next Sunday is the big day...and today is a two-mile ocean swim in preparation of our one-mile swim during the race.
No, I don't get it either.
Last week, we did a practice triathlon: about half all the distances we would do in the real race. I finished in under 1.5 hours, which was pretty sweet, except it again reminded me how terrible of a swimmer I am. How could I practice something for four to five months and still not be good at it? On the other hand, it's strange to think back to the first week of training when I couldn't go two laps without dying in the pool, but at the same time, I feel like I'm swimming in molasses, or say, chocolate pudding.
And who would ever swim around in chocolate pudding...