
Today after work I headed to Cherry Beach for the triathletes’ open-water swim practice with Coach Kelvin of Oannes Swims. I was a little late because I couldn’t find my cell phone when I went to leave work. At the beach, I tried going into the water without a wetsuit but it was colder than last week - cold enough to hurt at first, so I went back and struggled into my wetsuit. Think of putting on compression stockings or a girdle—all over. Our extra lifeguard helped me to get the sleeves up to my shoulders and zipped up the back.

I got into the water and started to practice. Coach Kelvin gave me an orange bathing cap so I’d be more visible in the water. The extra lifeguard kept an eye on our bags.

Open-water swim: Phil, Nick, Kelvin, Anthony, Lynda, Laura, Arthur
The water was only about 62 F. or 15 C. It took a while to get used to the water and I found myself pulling down the wetsuit sleeves to cover my hands more. I suppose there are swimming gloves, too. And when I put my face into it I started to get an “ice-cream headache.” But these things pass. Cold or not, I had to let some water in at the ankles, wrists, and neck so the suit would loosen up and move more easily.

Open-water swim: Phil, Nick, Kelvin, Anthony, Lynda, Laura, Arthur
The other swimmers (Anthony, Arthur, Laura, Lynda, Phil, and a few others) were warmed up and stepping up the intensity but I just tried to keep them in sight. I made a shorter loop than the others. Even so, I swam too fast and got out of breath. I stopped to breathe. This time I was careful not to hyperventilate and I kept moving slowly so as not to get seasick. I got frustrated with my frequent stops and lack of progress. So I switched to other strokes: side stroke and breast stroke, even back stroke. The suit is so tight that it’s hard to do well any stroke that calls for bending the legs.

Open-water swim: Kelvin, Anthony, Lynda, Laura
Then I did a slower lap around the temporary buoys that we use for markers while the experienced swimmers made a much larger loop. That was better so I got a little farther and felt smoother. I did maybe 300 yards altogether.
Arthur brought his underwater camera and took some pictures of the swimmers… so these pictures of me swimming are thanks to Arthur. You can see more of his pictures here: “Swimmmmin’.”

Then I had only half an hour to get out of the water, get dressed, and dash up to the vet’s to pick up my cat Marlowe. At home, I found my cell phone on the kitchen table.