I have been on vacation for the past few days and, other than a little reading up on open water swimming, I haven’t been on the internet at all which is refreshing.
So this morning, instead of paddle boarding or just messing around in the water like I normally do, I put on my new tri shorts and goggles and hit the surf to swim to a pier 550 yards down the beach and back.
I made it and, obviously, I’m still alive but I have been humbled quite a bit by the experience. With my first ever sprints and an Ironman looming, I definitely need to up my swim game.
Actually, I’m now thinking that I may hold off on the October Ironman until next year. If nothing else, I’ll be in the next age (50-54) group by then.