So yesterday a comment was made that the girls in this town are hardcore. Hardcore??? I am not sure – I think a more appropriate description would be freakin mad!
I went down to the beach last night to go and swim, fully expecting it to be cancelled. I should have known better. One of the other girls was already in her wetsuit – and she was the one we most expected to bail. Hmmm
Anyway, I said absolutely NOT. There was no way I was getting in that water. The air temp was 16 and the sea temp a lot less. I said I would be key holder and sit in my car and watch. All the men cancelled and went home, mumbling something about hardcore chicks in this town, and the other 3 girls got in the water. I sat in my car and watched – for about 5 minutes! I could not do it. There they were all having fun, going on the first sea swim of the season and I was sitting in my car. Not on!
I put my wetsuit on in record speed and ran (waddled – that thing was tight) down the beach. Ouch, eina, owwww. Holy crap, what was I thinking. There was nothing to do expect dive in.
There was a very strong wind blowing but it was a Southwesterly, which flattens the sea a bit so that was fine, the only problem was that the sea was a bit murky. And then I remembered something! Something one of my delightful readers had commented on. This was Shark Rock Pier I had just swum around. Drat it! I had just gotten over that fear, and was too cold to think if it at the start until now…. Thanks a lot!
So, my wetsuit fits! I am very glad that I got in the water, even if it was a bit delayed, but now I do feel a bit more prepared for the triathlon tomorrow. Bring it on!