I thought that I probably ought to try it again before heading out to the lake. The Expert is in Chicago and the kids are in bed. Perfect timing. No one is around to watch the spectacle.
Hello TriSlide. I hear you are the one I am looking for. Spray spray spray.
Oh, Shamu skin. You still strike fear in my heart. I think back to my adventure in Trying on Wetsuits 2011, and cannot, for the life of me, remember how I am supposed to put you on.
I turn Free Willy around the other way. Still can’t remember. Something about inside out, and popping the feet through. Protect the outside neoprene. Do not tear. (Check out the Cootie Bug foot in the picture above. Hello, this blog is called Swim Bike Mom – there’s your proof).
Ha ha ha. How ridiculous.
But here’s what I learned: I am so glad I tried this suit on before heading to the lake. I would have started seriously sweating and freaking out if I waited until at the water’s edge and failing to remember how to flip the suit inside out. I was calm enough in the carpet of my bedroom to work through the issues.
Me and the wetsuit are friends now. Thank you, TriGlide.