Surprisingly, I don’t hate it.
I’ve thought I would. I protested mightily when Rainer suggested triathlons: “But Rainer, the swimming! The chlorine gives me headaches! I don’t like to exercise in the morning. Laps at 7 am will kill me.”
It’s begun. Training for my triathlon. I’ve got a sprint distance in mind for August. It is at least twice as far as the Try-a-Try I did last year, and I can’t just fake training for a few weeks and then coast on the strength of my cardio-vascular endurance from running.
Right now, I’m swimming for 30 minutes. My goal is to get to the point where I can swim front crawl for 20 minutes. I can’t seem to find any plans to help me with this or the cycling. In running, you throw a stick and you’ll hit a training plan. So I’m just taking what I know about learning to run and applying it to the idea of increasing intervals in the pool. I spent the first few weeks doing 50m crawl, 50m breast stroke. Today I began altering that by alternating it with 75m crawl, 25m breast stroke. My plan is to slowly (but not too slowly because, as freaky as it seems, August is really not that far away) increase the laps of crawl and phase out the breast stroke.
I’m not ready for the open water swimming, though. Really. Not. Ready. I enjoyed it far, far, far more than I thought I would last summer. But, seriously? The water’s not warm. Not warm’s cousin. Not even warm’s cousin’s husband’s nephew. My spanking new wetsuit (so shiny! so new!) will have to wait a week or two and I’ll let Rainer leap into the lake tonight while I take Matthias to soccer.