Today was only my fifth open water swim (ever). Much better than my first (for sure), and pretty successful overall. The Expert and I got a late start out to Lake Lanier. Ended up being a little crowd of “normal” beach goers (those with umbrellas, sans tri suit and goggles). We had a few funny stares.
I no longer panic in the open water.
But I must make a conscious decision to ignore the fact that: 1) there are no walls to grab onto, 2) no bottom of the pool to touch, and 3) no black lines to follow. Oh, and I can’t see six inches in front of me. I have to think about siting and the efficiency of my stroke more, while looking out for the possibility of boats and waves and crazy sticks that may float by (which I mistake for some sort of eel, most of the time).
Oh, tomorrow is the Peachtree Road Race. And I am already worn out. I am not expecting much out of myself in this race other than have a great time.