The swim went really well, the morning was blue and crisp, the lake was smooth. I joined my Purple Pod, donned my red lipstick #142, and my purple cap. I was physically and mentally ready to hit the water. (for more background on this day, see my previous post)
Volunteers manned a sea of kayaks, ready to lend a hand (or a noodle) to any swimmer in distress and to be sure we were all on track to stay between the buoys (which were set up at 5:00 am by other volunteers). This community has amazing spirit!
The Purple Pod was second to last to head out on the pontoon boat for the other side of the lake, where they would drop us out a side door into the now turbulent waters. The wind had picked up, the temperature had dropped, and the water began to churn by the time the Purple Pod was ready to go.
Never a dull moment.
Heading out the dock to the boat. No turning back. ©fancy iPhone photography
Open Water, Closed Mouth
I swim three days a week at 5am with the Patriot Aquatics Masters Swim Program. We have lane lines, guide lines on the bottom of the pool, and no current. Let me just say that despite my dedication to the morning program, open water is a whole different kick in the pants.
The swim started out pretty difficult due to the waves, my rocking and rolling was making me feel queasy on the surface of Keuka Lake. A few times when I turned my head to breathe I was taking on more water than air. I began to wonder just what I had gotten myself into.
Just then, I remembered to breathe bilaterally, elongate my stroke, and to concentrate on moving forward. Soon I was half way across the lake, and the waves started to let up. The second half was better than the first, I had my groove going.
Krossin’ the Finish Line
By the time I finished the swim I was feeling pretty good. I was feeling good about having so much physical activity under my belt by 8:00 am. I was feeling good about raising a decent amount of money for an amazing cause, and I was feeling good about the prospect of donning my souvenir Cedar Point sweatshirt once again. Boy did that come in handy up north this summer!
The Keuka Diner
After it was all said and done, I headed out to the Keuka Diner with my friend Andrew. We sat at the counter and marveled at this step back in time. Our waitress told us that the diner, which was truly in an old train car, had been part of this small town’s scenery since the late 1920’s. The coffee was hot, the home fries were crispy, and the omelettes were decadent. I can’t believe I agreed to go there looking like a rat that had been drowned in the lake. Much less let Andrew post the photo to Facebook and TAG ME. Geez.
I have my Mother to thank for my solid swimming skills. She made sure that me and my sister Aimée took American Red Cross swimming lessons every summer of our childhood. Like it or not. (Her terminology was actually Like it or Lump it).
I’m not fast by any means, but I am strong. I don’t worry about getting kicked, or pulled, or swam over when I head out into the water at the start of a triathlon. I got over myself pretty quickly this morning too. In a previous life, I was the kid who modeled the perfect stroke when we had swimming in gym class at my high school.
It’s no wonder I’ve painted a lot of swimming ladies, and that I keep jumping in.
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