Jardin du Luxembourg

Jardin du Luxembourg
Paris in the summer

Sunday, June 13, 2010

Race Day

Race Day is here and so is all of the anxiety of the last few weeks. The group gathered on the beach for the pre-race brief. We looked like a colony of seals, distinguishable only by the colored swim caps that divided us into groups. As the first wave lines up, I stood contemplating the water. The sky was gray and the air damp just a few degrees warmer than the 62 degree water. The water had a greenish gray hue to it, the visibility in the shallows only inches not what I was hoping for. Wave one off, a few minutes wave two off, then our turn. The tide was out, so we ran more than half way to the first buoy, time to swim stroke-stoke breath so far so good, just keep the racer to my right and all is good. A few more and look up to sight how did I get out here? Realign and off again a few more cycles and another sighting, off again! How much extra am I adding? The anxiety creeps back into my head, why am I here? this was silly! Am I ever going to finish? Side stroke at least then I can keep parallel with the beach, well at least sort- of. Where is that buoy? Finally turn around the buoy and into shore, how long until I can stand up? First attempt still too deep, a few more strokes second try my toes brush the sandy bottom like a broom still too early. Then finally waist deep, I can stand the hard part is over. Relief fills me and the anxiety loses its grip as my breathing slows and shoulders relax. Up the shore and onto the bike , I am off. Two five mile loops on the bike, o-k just like training here we go.  Loop one a bit slow averaging sixteen miles an hour, a bit slow time to pump a bit harder.  Loop two pick a target, catch her pass her, do it again.  I need to make up for the swim, come on you can hold a speed of eighteen plus.  Ready for dismount, bike is up and running shoes on last leg what do I have left?  Mile one pace is slow, I can hear the runner behind me catching up. She is on my elbow, passed.  That's o-k just pace off her, find your groove.  Halfway point  legs are feeling better, lets pick up the pace.  Find a target, catch her, pass her.  See the one in red, we can get her push now. I can see the finish, just have to keep it up.  Final stretch everything you have left, push. I did it, one hour twenty minutes nineteen seconds.   Not glorious, but  a respectable showing.  I can't stop smiling I really did it. Next, Niantic in August shooting for at least five minutes better. Really need to learn to swim straight though.

4 comments:

  1. I really love this, especially the swimming portion. I can really "feel" your experience.

    If I were to make a comment as a peer editor, the discription of the swimm is so much more detailed then the bike ride or the run. I'd like to know how you're feeling as you grind up a hill or coast down a slope. At the end, you sound remarkably fresh. Were you? I know that would have killed me!!!

    This is a great interior monologue.

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  2. Congrats Debbie!! I can't say that is something I have ever done, but what an accomplishment. Reading 'Race Day' almost seemed like a poem - quick flowing lines. Again, you have a way of writing with such description. That doesn't come natural for me - does it for you or do you need to pause and really think and even reread lines you just wrote?

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  3. Congratulations on your accomplishment!!! Did you purposely elaborate more on the swimming because that was your biggest fear? Your details are incredible and enticing. I find myself wanting to read more and more. Perhaps like Conrad said, you may want to elaborate a little ore on the other aspects of the race. Hats off to you!!!

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  4. The course was a flat, and I mean a very flat course. I concentrated on the swim because that is where my fears were. I have run since High School and that part as the bike was just a matter of training for endurance. I never really questioned the if for those two, just the swim. So you guys don't think that more details in the other portions will feel like filler and take away from the piece?

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