It all started with an email questioning the possibility of an Ironman activity mid-week. Because we are often switching and moving and taking out (nah, we don't really take out training days???!!!) days on the training calendar, Wednesday offered an early morning swim at High Cliff followed by a lovely 45 minute run. The planning ended with a simple "See you at the beach."
From the time I learned about summer and daylight until my beginning in my 31 years of life, I am familiar with the idea that following June 21st, the days start getting shorter and this was very evident at 5:30 a.m. that day.
After using a non-lit bathroom and running back to my car to save my life for fear of creatures in the dark, teamdawnkelly reunited and without skipping a beat, Kelly looks at me and says, "This was all your idea." It wasn't one of my best ideas.
It was dark. It was windy. It was WAVY! The scene was straight out of a horror film. The sounds of the wind through the trees and the waves hitting the shore and the strange color of the morning screamed "You are going to die right this very second."
Thankfully, we find this funny. And who wouldn't laugh and to amateurs trying to dolphin dive into 4 foot waves. Clearly we suck at it. We got tossed and turned around our own makeshift swim course and certainly swallowed more Lake Winnebago water than necessary. When we finally got comfortable with our water situation, the vultures moved in.
And via a Facebook status comment from Kelly:
"Vultures were flying over head thinking...brilliant!!! two idiots decided to swim in a hurricane in the dark of night....lunch is served!"
As you probably know, we did survive that swim and the run that followed. We'll have to thank the swimming baby jesus' for that one.
Ummm, Race the Lake is just around the corner....
IM Cash Box Update: $177.75
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