Know when you need help, and ask for it.

Last night I went out with VOWSA with my new (used) wetsuit. Firstly, let me back up and explain about the wetsuit thing...

Last Thursday, after my full lap with VOWSA I realised my wetsuit wasn't adequate for warmth, as I emerged from the ocean going blue and shivering. I found a true swimming and triathlon wetsuit on Craigslist and picked it up over the weekend, taking the MEC one back for a refund. So off I went last night, to try the new (used) one out for the first time.

Exciting news - there was a grey whale out there! Whilst this was off-putting for some of my fellow swimmers, I couldn`t wait to get out there. Then the other news, the ocean temperature had dropped to 16 degrees (c). That`s pretty cold.

The water was beautifully calm, the sun was shining, and I headed into the water full of optimism. However, it was clear when I started out that this was going to be a challenge. I made it to the first buoy and headed west - and the sun hit my eyes, making it difficult to spot the next buoy.

I felt my pace slowing, becoming more laboured. A guy arrived and asked if I was okay. I said yes and asked if he`d swim with me. He agreed, but after a few more strokes I felt that it was an impossible task and said I would head back to shore.

Not many more strokes later, in the direction of the shore, I felt so tired. At this point I realised I couldn`t get back. Floating on my back to relax didn`t help and my chest became tight. `This is why you swim in a group with lifeguards around` I thought, so I waved and called for help.

Another male swimmer arrived before the boat did and checked to see how I was doing. Okay I said, but I needed the boat soon. Thankfully, the lifeguard was a strong rower, although she was some way off she reached me quickly.

I was strong enough to pull myself into the boat. By this time I wanted to rip my wetsuit off, I felt I was being crushed. The lifeguard helped me get the zip undone and handed me her sweater. I think I might have fallen in love with her for a moment. That happens when you get rescued - right? Anyway, the relief I felt was ridiculous. I thanked her way more than was necessary and she managed to make me feel like I wasn`t a complete idiot for getting into trouble.

So - what does this mean? For now it means that I need a break. I`m not ready for this. I know I can swim the distance, all three together would be fine, but out in the ocean, out of my depth and in cold water I`m not ready. I need to reset my goals and keep my fitness up, plan to increase my stamina and work towards the next local triathlon. Probably at UBC where the swim portion is in a pool.

Lessons learned... Open water swimming is hard work. Don`t ever think that doing the distance in a pool reflects what its going to be like on race day. I should have started open water swimming earlier in the season. Even then a drop in temperature like this would have been a serious challenge. Secondly, asking for help when you need it is good. Knowing your limits is good. Open water swimming in a group is good. And lifeguards are great! Its hard for me to believe I used to be one.

Highs and lows of triathlon training

I've been feeling low since my experience with VOWSA on Monday. However, they were so welcoming, and insisted I go back and try again. I went back this evening and a different volunteer was expecting me. The other woman had told her all about me. She paired me up with another volunteer for my swim. I took it slow, concentrated on relaxing, had a small goal (the first buoy) and made it around the whole 1.2km course in a choppy ocean. I came out shivering and wobbly but elated!

Before I left for the swim session I wrote this, which describes the highs and lows of training so far...

The High...

Running, in the trails at hornby, deciding to take a second loop, getting back after injury.

I was on my own, at my pace, no music. I felt efficient. The run was almost effortless. I had biked there and would cycle back as part of my tri-training. I felt slightly tingly with heat/sweat. But not uncomfortably hot.

I felt in control and strong.

The Low...

Unprepared, taking to the ocean in a wetsuit with a group of swimmers braver, more confident. Into the water, unable to get a stroke/rythmn going with waves slapping in my face. Bobbing around like a cork, feeling out of control. Feeling panic and the constriction of the wetsuit around my chest and interpreting it as asthma. Realising I was being left behind and wanting to give up. Going back to the shore, as the rest continued round the 1km loop.

I felt weak and scared.

Now...

Now, waiting to head over there to swim with VOWSA. My heart is already racing. Knowing I can do as much or as little as I like, but still afraid. Of what? I'm not sure.

My orthotics got me through a 7.5km trail run!

Woohoo! My feet held out on the trails and I had an amazing run with my good friend in the early hours of the morning.

In other news, I'm keen to get back out there with the VOWSA tomorrow in an attempt to crack my fear of open water swimming. Checked the forecast and thunderstorms are likely! Going to head down there anyway and see how it goes...

That was way harder than I thought...

I met up with some open water swimmers this evening for a dip in the ocean in my new wetsuit. I have to admit that my first time out with them was a bit of a failure. The combination of the new wetsuit crushing my chest, waves slapping me in the face, and ridiculous buoyancy all combined to induce a mild panic attack. I think leaving my first ocean swim (with wetsuit) until 2 weeks prior was very silly - not quite as silly as not practicing at all though I suppose.

I couldn't do the loop and a lovely woman who was swimming with some novices escorted me back to shore where I did short laps in and out to get used to the feeling. I started to get comfortable in the waves but quickly got too cold. I think I was in the water for 20 minutes or so in total. Getting in and out to chat to the volunteers about progress didn't help this.

With 2 weeks left, a dodgy foot and a fear of swimming distance in the ocean, things are not looking good! I will need to get down to the swim meet on Thursday and try again, this time more mentally prepared, if I'm going to make it.

Cuboid Syndrome

This morning I suffered a re-occurrence of cuboid syndrome in my right foot. With 2 weeks to go I defied my physiotherapist and went out and bought a pair of orthotics. These days you can buy standard-fit orthotics and mould them to your feet with heat - amazing!

This is quite annoying. I'm getting that dull ache and weakness that I had before, it actually feels worse this time. It happened after 12 minutes of running (on concrete) and I stopped straight away. I have a physio appointment tomorrow, hopefully some ultrasound magic will do the trick.

This might be good time to take stock of triathlon expenditure. After saying I would do this on the cheap its actually turning into a big investment.

~$1,000 Bike - Kona Dew Deluxe (a much lighter commuter bike - multipurpose!)
~$30 - swim mitts (like paddles)
$100 - Craft triathlon shorts
$85 (bargain!) - wetsuit from MEC
$50 - Orthotics

Total so far ~$1265

Today I saw half-price Timex Ironman watches and managed to resist, so its not all bad.

Tomorrow's training is my first swim with the VOWSA. Time the try the wetsuit out.

Panic sets in

I haven't got back into a pool since I got home 6 DAYS AGO! I've been biking, but I've only managed 1 short run this week. Can I really swim in a 17 degrees C ocean with no wetsuit? How many training days do I have left again? Do I need bike shorts, and if so do I swim and run in them? AM I MAD?

Rant over, feeling slightly better...

Goodbye achy knees

Goodbye achy knees
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Less than three weeks to go. I have finally registered (too late for a t-shirt), and am completely terrified. Having a mild panic attack about diving into English Bay at 7.30am with no wetsuit on.

We spent a couple of weeks on Hornby Island and I managed to keep up with some training. Bike-Run-Bike sessions (bike to helliwell, run round the park, bike back - total time around 80 mins). Some ocean swims with a friend helping me out with my stroke technique. Now that I'm back I'm freaking out about the number of training days I have left (not many).

This week I bought a new bike - and am in love. I kept up with some guys on roadbikes (and in fancy lycra gear) for a bit on Burrard Bridge (going up the hill) - felt great - wheeee!