When I was in the pool last night, I just couldn’t stop. I was swimming laps in the outdoor pool because the indoor lap pool has been closed for the last few weeks for routine maintenance and painting. The night was sunny and warm. The triathletes swimming laps with me were welcoming and encouraging. The laughter and fun the kids were having in the big pool outside the lap lanes made me smile. I didn’t want to stop.
I swam three miles without stopping. That’s not entirely true. I did stop a few times long enough to put on or take off my fins. I use those to continue building strength in my right leg. I’d never had any desire to swim that far or that long. The longest I swim is 1.5 miles, and most days are closer to 1.25 miles. Last night was different, and I kept going.
I’m pretty excited about it. (In large part because there seem to be no repercussions today–no increased knee pain, no muscle soreness, no nothing.) I sometimes have moments like last night when I’m amazed at what I can do, and I’m reminded that I’m capable of more than I realize much of the time. I think we all are.
This basically means I’m one-third Ironman. The swim portion for the Ironman triathlon is 2.4 miles. I went way past that. Now I just need to add in a marathon and a 112-mile bike ride. Look for me in Kona in 2017. I kid! I kid. I’d never be able to do the run, and I’d need to cut considerable time off my swim. So look for me looking for relay partners to do the Ironman 70.3 in Muncie, Indiana. It’s right up the road, and we have plenty of time to prepare!