I’m not a swimmer. Well, let me state that differently; I’m not a competitive swimmer. I’ve been swimming since we lived in Florida oh so many moons ago, and I participated in a season of competitive swimming in 6th grade. I’ve also been responsible for teaching Boy Scouts how to properly manage the various swim strokes, but I still maintain that I’m not a swimmer.
What I am is someone who has committed to swimming 2.4 miles in open water with 750 of my closest friends next November.
That means I have to get into the water and get back into shape. This is not a lot of fun. Frankly, I find swimming laps in a pool to be just slightly less boring than watching paint dry. In fact, paint drying is probably more exciting because you don’t have to concentrate on your form while you’re doing it.1 Easier, at least.
Alas, I’m off to the pool. I’m sorely out of shape for swimming right now and my shoulders are more than happy to let me know about it. The only way to fix that is to swim. Seven months ’til the Ironman.
1Competitive Paint-Watching! What would that be like? I sense a new Olympic sport