That is, until REV3 Knoxville. **insert panic here**
What was I thinking signing up for a 70.3 in May? I mean, if you live in a warm state, fine. But I've only been on my bike outside three times this year. I'm slowly getting into more consistent runs outside, but it's still not a ton. And swimming outside... That won't happen here until June.
That's AFTER my first 70.3 of the season.
And like it goes every year... The first open water swim of the year is miserable. I get in the water - it's freezing. I can't sight because there aren't pool lines and I forget how to pick my head up in between breaths. I panic because of the fish and grime that I am swimming among. The water can't get in my mouth. The wetsuit usually feels tighter than I remember on my chest and shoulders. I'm gasping for air and all the work that I've done on bilateral breathing - right out the door. I succumb to a float, on my back, questioning why I possibly think I'll ever get through the season. Somehow I roll back over, put my head in, make my way through my swim and remember that it'll be better next swim.
I'm worried that this will all happen in Knoxville though - hopefully during the practice swim on Saturday and not race day on Sunday. Luckily, I have an amazing sponsor in TYR. As a member of Team Trakkers, I was able to pick out my wetsuit of choice for the season. Score! I can use all the help I can get in the swim as it is. The new suit arrived on Monday. Although I won't swim in it until May, I can tell it's amazing. From the TYR website, the Hurricane Category 5 is the highest-end suit in the Hurricane series and created using the finest fabrics available. The suit’s outside is made exclusively of the lightest Yamamoto Nano SCS rubber. The combination of super stretchy rubber with the soft jersey fabric on the interior makes for a superior fit and feel.
I can tell it's going to be awesome.
And luckily for TYR, they will get some great marketing with me in the suit because instead of seeing this view of the wetsuit as I swim,
as I floating on my back, questioning my whole tri season.