|That is me on the far left (bum to camera). Photo: Nils Nilsen|
First, I knew the water was going to be shockingly cold. I dove off the boat and had a great start. I was swimming well. However, after a few minutes I started to lose those around me. Maybe it was the chop (worst I have ever experienced in the bay) or the fact that I was unable to feel my arms at all but I felt like I began to slow down a bit. I saw a group of pink caps to my right. At that point I told myself "no matter what, you HAVE to stay with this group." From that point on the only thoughts going through my head were one of the following options:
- F**K, get me out of this water! I have never been so cold.
- Spin your arms faster and kick you idiot.
- Go away chop, I hate you.
I was wrapped in blankets, the heat was blasted and I received a warm saline IV. I shivered so much my legs cramped. The paramedics told me I was smart for stopping but I was still questioning my decision. In fact, post race, a lot of people said I was smart. I hoped I was but part of me figured they were just saying that to be nice and really thought I was a big wimp since they had toughed it out. Even as I write this today I question whether I was really that cold. What if....? Maybe...?
As usual, the sun rose today and I have started to heal from my DNF on Sunday. It will make me smarter, tougher and hungrier to reach my next start line and finish line. Good job to everyone who finished the race in such adverse conditions. I look forward to redemption, in JUNE, next year!