Swimming. Ah, the enigma.
I haven’t grown to love the swimming part of triathlon – yet. I remain ever hopeful that the day will come; I’ve had glimpses of it to tempt me (see here and here) and the gossip among ‘the swimmers‘ aka the dolphins is that there is serious fun and enjoyment to be had. So swimming love exists apparently, I just have to wait until I can stake my claim.
In the meantime, I have approached my swim sessions with something like unease and trepidation. Especially the open water swims, which I frankly dread.
The feeling I get after a swim makes it all worthwhile, so I can’t go so far as to say I hate it. Finishing a swim produces a certain feeling of relief that I can only compare to being at your in-laws’ for dinner then hearing your partner say that it is time to go home. Cue: absolute ecstasy. Except with swimming you’ve also done a workout, so it’s even better than that.
Plus, I simply can’t allow myself to hate swimming. I have already set my heart on some stupid triathlons that require me to swim stupid distances in the stupid sea. So I have to think positive, embrace the challenge and keep at it, because as humans we tend to believe that with practice and hard work, comes improvement.
And that’s the thing. Where is my improvement? Aren’t I overdue? Continue reading