in the zone
Hey out there,
I have so much to talk about, so I will have to categorize everything. You can blame my sister, her boyfriend, and my new Cali friend Ran for my lack of updating as they came to visit me. You may blame Bono as well because, well, I would venture to say we've 'bonded' over the weekend and I am pretty sure we will somehow meet again in the future. (Twitter me if you're confused.)
Saturday
Saturday was my official 'favourite Leinster sea swim', and no it's not because I won it (on handicap) the last two years. And no, I did not win it this year; I finished second, but as always that is irrelevant to my love of the races. I love this swim because it is simply a gorgeous swim. It's a bit over 2k, along the coast of south Dublin. We start at Windsurfer's pier, and swim all the way to Blackrock. The water is always fantastically fresh. It's a swim I love doing, but would never do it by myself, so it's always nice to do with the girls.
Sunday
Sunday was supposed to be the Irish 5k Open Water Nationals, but that was canceled due to bad weather. However, the 4 buoys were left in position and the race became 'optional, but at your own risk'. Sounded fine to me! We had a boat out there, so I mentally deemed it safe. Trust me, I was prepared to swim a 5k that day, as I ate eggs, tomatoes, toast, choco milk, oj, coffee, and a warm dose of about 1000 extra calories from Maxim, so there was no way I was going to let those calories fester inside me. They would simply have to be burned off.
I set off and was soon by myself at the front. It was completely calm to the first buoy, and I kind of wondered why they had deemed it unsafe. By buoy 2 I was getting jolted a bit, but it was about as bad as the previous year, and since there were no jellies, I found it better. After buoy 2, it was as if we were swimming in a new batch of sea. The waves roared, and sighting became next to impossible. I had a euphoric nervousness about me. Euphoric because it was like swimming on my own personal roller coaster. Nervous because I was swimming in force-5 waves in the middle of Dublin bay by myself.
I would lift my head, looking for the next buoy, and saw only waves upon waves upon waves. Whitehorses pushed themselves into me, and at times I felt more like I was body surfing than swimming. By buoys 3-4, I was being tossed around like a blizzard mixed with a hurricane. I saw 2 flashes of lightning, but they didn't really frighten me; I was more like having a mild heart attack of more euphoria. By the time I found the 4th buoy, I started to head for land, only to be shooed away by the boat later, telling me I was going the wrong way. Typical! When I finally made it to shore, I was laughing like a fool. I got out as fast as I could so I could look back upon the madness I had just entertained the last 75 minutes. Here's what it looked like, but even the pictures do not do it justice. 
pic by Ciaran Balfe!
It was a great experience, and definitely will go down as one of my all-time most memorable swims ever.
Channel
I am leaving for England in NINE days! 9!!! As in, one week 2 days! The swim doesn't start until the 13th at the earliest, but I decided last week that I needed to be there early for my preparation. I was initially going to go over on the 11th, but that would only give me 1 day to rest before my tide started. It wasn't long enough.
I am looking forward to meeting some Channel aspirants/swimmers so I believe it is worth it. Plus, I need to get myself in the zone. Frankly, I feel I've spent too many hours in the waters of Dublin. I am in my taper phase and it's hard to justify doing nothing all day long except rest, a little light labor/school, eat and swim. At least if I am in England I will be away from my 'life', so I can focus on the task at hand. I realise this is quite selfish, but I am in the final 2-3 weeks of this madness. I am struggling because I need to be doing so many other things, but can't. Well I can, but I need to be stress-free and focused. This probably makes no sense! Even I am becoming confused!
In any case, I feel great in the water. I am so strong, even stronger in my arms than when I was swimming in the states. I've changed so much during the last two years, both with the obvious physical differences (+25 pounds at this stage!) and in my own self. When I embarked on this, I had no idea that it would affect me in such a personal way. If I am honest I never knew I could dedicate myself to something of this level. I've spent the majority of my life skirting reality, getting by with the least amount of effort. Frankly, I went 20-something years without personally challenging myself. Of course, I have done challenging things, or had challenging times. But I never did something on my own accord; it was always a response to existing circumstances.
No matter what happens in August, I am proud of myself for taking a risk at something I didn't know much about before signing up. I'm not trying to be cheesy or arrogant here. I have been reflecting upon the last two years lately and have realised so much about myself that I never knew existed within. It's these things which will propel me toward France, anyway. Plus, I've not been sleeping well these last two weeks, so this is probably what comes out of a mouth of a person who is sleep-deprived and preparing for quite literally the biggest challenge of her life! But I am happy, so all is good.
Big kudos once again to the 9 lads (and myself!) who finished the crazy 5k! Ciaran, you're next on the Channel list!
jgal

