|That's me, mid-photo far right behind the blue paddleboard, at about mile 2|
Last weekend was a milestone in my open-water swim career:
At 48, I swam my first 5-mile swim.
Honestly, it amazed me, even though I wasn't surprised.
I've done several 3-mile swims this summer (having done my first official 5K two summers ago), and knew I'd have no problem -- absent some major unforseen occurrence -- making it.
Still, 5 miles is a lot more than 3-miles (well, 2 more, to be exact -- see, I can do maths!) and, the morning of, missing one of my two usual swim cohorts, I arrived at the beach with an abundance of butterflies in my stomach.
Did I make it? Yes.
Was it harder than I thought? Yes.
Do I plan to do it again soon? Hell, yes! I can't wait to try longer than that.
If you're interested, here's my quiet, spare account of the swim on my other blog. And here's a more detailed account on the blog of our West Neck "Fairy Pod Mother," The Water-blog.
In the meantime, the morning temps are dropping here in NY, and I've got lots of swimming left to do before the winter sets in.
|The beach at around 11:30 am on 8/25/12, after my 5-mile swim.|
The resident (un) friendly swans were waiting for me when I got back to home base.