I swim in a 25-yard pool (short course yards) and this meet was taking place in a 50-meter pool (long course meters). I sort of half-heartedly thought about trying to get to Wilson to swim in a 50 meter pool before the race, but on Friday morning I was way too
I think it was Friday evening of last week when the highly stressful events of the previous 21 days began to catch up with me. I was thrilled to wake up to a flurry of text messages at 5am Saturday morning canceling a ride I had planned on crashing with my girls and went back to sleep for another four hours. I spent the whole day hanging out with my parents, yawning and eating piles of cheese and carbs and calamari and beer. The poet and I were easily in bed rather early and slept the clock around until 8am the next morning, when a thrashing puppy with a cone-head woke me up. I decided to wear my ironman shirt for the 50th day in a row so everyone would understand why I came in last.
The drive up to UMBC was quick, and I was thrilled to discover from Allison that their mascot is the golden retriever.
After very little wandering about the building trying to figure out how to get outside to the pool, we did a few lazy laps for a warm-up and then I got to try diving off the blocks for the first time ever. My goggles stayed firmly on my face so I did it once more for luck and then called it good.
The 200M free was the first event of the day, and as I was lining up, I told the woman holding the stopwatch not to be mad if I was a lot slower than my projected time because I had no idea what I was doing. There was a lot of whistling and beeping and yelling and then I saw everyone else dive into the water and went. I don't think a 200M race really needs recap, I felt like I was swimming incredibly slowly but then it was over. Allison beat me by almost a full length of the pool but we took 1-2 in our age group so I guess that's something to be excited about. I don't often see "2" next to my name when there are more than 2 people in my division (and there is NO WAY these splits are correct). And now that I look at this, I realize that the stopwatch person told me I did a 3:03.something. Oh well.
After the 200M race, there was a lot of time to sit around and watch the other races, which ran the gamut from impressive (the fast 200M butterfly heat) to fascinating (the 70+ men who did the 200M IM). Allison knows more than one stroke, so I got to cheer her on as she trashed the shit out of everyone in her heat in the 100M breaststroke.
The 200M race results were posted before I did the 100M, so despite the fact that I am certain there is no way I swam a 1:17 for half of my 200, I decided while halfway through the first 50 that maybe I had magical swimming endurance from ironman and could swim a 1:16 100M. Go Katie go!
Sadly, life doesn't work that way so I had to be content with my 1:23:33 (please note that I have absolutely NO IDEA what any of these times mean because a) I never swim meters and b) I don't really care). My goggles fell off when I dove in so I swam the whole thing with one eye closed and one eye opening every few seconds to make sure I wasn't going to swim into the wall.
The slow heat of the 400 freestyle was combined with the 400 IM heat so we got to watch some more 70+ year old men race IM and I'm not being snarky at all when I say it was awesome. I hope that when I am 76 years old, I'm still in the pool cranking out some fly (this assumes I will learn fly by then).
In an incredibly hilarious twist of swim fate, Allison and I picked the same random time for the 400 free (she swam in college and routinely beats the shit out of me in the pool) so we ended up on the blocks side-by-side. The only thing I knew NOT to do in the 400 was try and go with her at the beginning of the race. Instead, I kept an eye on the woman to my other side, who was ahead of me for the first 200 and then I slowly overtook her in the back half. After swimming such shorts events, the 400 feels like it lasts forever (says the ironman) and I was just happy to land at the wall. I had the same "WHY IS IT SO FAR" reaction that I did to 140.6 when I texted my results to Sonja.
But we had a good time, and I swam hard enough to convince myself (and Allison) that we deserved a post-race Qdoba stop. I still don't really understand all of the timing and heats and seeds and crap that goes on in a swim meet, or how to race at all, but
I also think it's probably time to suck it up and join a master's group because I would like to get faster at some point in my life, but I'm lazy and don't like to drive further than the .65 miles away from my house that I do to swim at LA Fitness. So we'll see about that. How was your weekend?