If you know
me, the furthest thing you would ever hear come out of my mouth is, “Hey, I
want to go swim 2.4 miles!”
When I did
my very first triathlon about 8 years ago, I was petrified. I remember
wondering if there was any way I was going to make it out of the water.
At the turn around, I honestly felt like I was going to have to stop and have
them pull me out. This was a ¼ mile swim. It took me almost 11
minutes.
Fast-forward
a few years to 2010. My first Ironman. Same thing. Even
though I had put in the training for the swim, I was terrified! I knew I
had the endurance to make the swim, but competitive, open water swimming has
been a source of constant fear for me. Well…in lake water! (I am
MUCH more at ease, and feel in my element in the ocean) I just couldn’t
get over the murky-ness, the evil looking weeds that promise to grab me by the
ankle and pull me under, the pollen, the darkness of the very deep and the fact
that it was WAY over my head. I know this is completely laughable to
some, but its how I felt. Even in the lakes here in Coeur d’Alene, which
are clean, gorgeous and crystal clear, I could still feel myself getting
anxious during every swim. My first real open water lake swim in 2010
happened in a tiny man-made lake. I could stand the whole way, but I was
scared out of my mind.
2012.
No more
fear. My swimming this year has come a log way, and I have grown to LOVE
the lake swims. Meeting my friends at the beach in the early morning, as
the sun is rising, is one of my favorite things to do now. I adore
starting my day off this way. It’s relaxing. It calms me.
Brings me so much peace.
Ironman
Canada!
Coming down
and looking at the lake the morning of the race brought tears to my eyes.
Not out of fear. Not out of dread. Out of the sheer fact that for
some reason, I knew..this swim was going to be incredible! The lake on
the morning of August 26,2012 was glass! Temperature was 72
degrees. A tad warm, but very comfortable. There was not an ounce
of wind blowing. It was truly the perfect morning.
In
transition, I went to my bike, filling bottles, and combing over things with a
fine-toothed comb. My bike seemed light, and that gave me a little
nervous feeling in my stomach. Light because of the fact that 2 years
ago, my bike was weighted down with all sorts of gels, chomps, chews, pills,
water, liquid nutrition, gas-ex, Tums, and some snacks. I looked like I
was going on a years expedition. This year….3 bottles on the bike and
powder in my Bento. Badda-Bing! Traveling light. Which
appeals to me so much better. In all of my life, really.
I did a
quick potty stop, and walked over to the dry bag area, pulling on my
wetsuit. Fumbling with goggles, I hadn’t quite made the decision on
wearing one pair or two. I ultimately decided on two. One on my face,
under my cap, and one pair inside my wetsuit.
With my cap
on we wandered down to the water. I was so calm.
The plan was
to wade in and to the right of the beach. Plan diverted…
As soon as
my feet hit the water, I went straight in. And not towards the back!!
“I am your
strength and your shield” (Prov 28:7)
“See My face
and feel my strength” (Prov 105:4)
“Do not
fear, I am with you” (Isaiah 41:10)
“Feel My
peace” (Prov 29:11)
“You’ve got
this Paula, and I’ve got you” ~Love God.
No
fear! This is what I felt. None!
I stood with
my friend, and saw her anxious face. She was breathing heavy with tears
threatening to spill over as they welled up in her eyes. I grabbed her
face with my hands, and said, “Look at me!! You have done this
swim. This distance. You are ready, and will do great! Find
your own path in the water and go for it, and I will see you at the finish!” (I
wonder now, if she remembers that moment) 10 seconds after saying that,
the horn blew, and I dove in.
My swim was
amazing. The water in Canada is so clear. Much like Coeur
d’Alene. I swam hard, but at a pace I felt very comfortable with. A
pace that I could’ve swam for miles. I was not worried about being
kicked, punched, swam over. The thought crossed my mind, but I swam
fearlessly! I stayed in a tight pack the whole way. Elbow to elbow
on both sides of me, head to feet, feet to head, yet I still, had no
fear. Heading around the first buoy, I looked down, and there were divers
underneath us. That was cool to see. I SMILED AND WAVED as I
thought, we are at the first buoy ALREADY!
It’s a
one-loop swim, in a sort of triangle! I was elated! A few hundred
yards, and we would pass the last buoy for the home stretch. Bam!
The last
buoy was far in the distance, and I was starting to hear the announcer. I
am sure I had a stupid smile on my face. Even in the water.
I kept
thinking and reminding myself to NOT stand up in that water towards the
beach. This lake….you can literally wade out for probably 100
yards. I have watched this race for the past 2 years, and see people
wading as soon as they can touch. Then they try running through the water
at chest/waist deep. I figured as soon as my feet could touch, I would
want to do the same. After all, my foot on land makes me feel
secure. Don’t do it, Paula!!
I could see
people ahead of me starting to stand up. I touched my feet to the bottom,
and stood….ish! And dove right back under. No way was I going to
use up energy running through the water. And truly, I almost had the
feeling of not wanting to exit the water. My swim felt so good. I
kept swimming until my fingers almost touched the sand, and up I stood.
Running in with a group of athletes, peeling my wetsuit off, the goggles I had
inside my suit fell out and into the water. BRAND new pair of Blue Seventy’s.
Never worn. I turned for a split second to see them start to sink….the
guy behind me was running and closing in on me….that cannot happen!
I could hear
them announcing times as athletes crossed over the timing mat. The beeps
were growing louder as water was draining out of my ears. I hear a
1:25-something. My mouth turned up into the biggest smile. (I know
for speedy swimmers this seems like a time not to be celebrated, but for a slow
swimming mermaid like myself this was extraordinary)
Yanking off
my cap and goggles I reached the timing mat, heard my name called and flew into
transition feeling on top of the World! This day….I knew was going to be
magical.
Swim time:
1:26:15
***A few
years ago, the Hubs bought me this amazing necklace. It speaks to my true
nature and is how I conduct my life, my family, my past and my future and I
wear it every day. I know I am not in control. I know there is no
“putting my life at risk” My days are numbered, as are the hairs on my head.
My life is in the hands of my Creator.
~Being FEARLESS isn’t being 100%
Not FEARFUL, it’s being terrified but you jump anyway…
My
necklace: Me and Row
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| And we're off! |
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