I was convinced that it was taking me so long to swim, that I was at least an hour into it. I forced myself to finish anyway because it would be humiliating to have to get pulled out of the water by a lifeguard.
When I finally got to shore I stopped my watch.
My time was right around where it was all last season. Sure, I cut a big corner, but if I had been able to just swim and stop talking to myself about the swim, I would have been just fine.
I texted my husband about it and he sent me a message I had to share:
From @tracksuperfan: "It's nearly universal that we train for miles and miles and struggle with the six inches between our ears."— PerfectImperfect (@toledolefty) June 17, 2015