We were at Zuma again this week to swim. After putting on our wetsuits (I'm getting really good at this) we walked half a mile down the beach. It felt like the longest walk ever and the anxiety just built up. As we jumped into the freezing water, I'd gotten so used to diving under the waves and have my face, hands and feet numb that nothing was really shocking anymore. I had a good swim and as I was swimming back to the beach I looked over my shoulder ever stroke. I've been practicing the last two Sundays at Santa Monica and all the tips Coach Pete gave me really paid off. I feel comfortable enough to even kick as the waves were coming in and I rode a wave 20 feet to the beach. I got out of the water and I felt really good.
As we stood there with the rest of the people who had finished, we looked out and saw the lifeguard on a jet ski rescuing some people. The lifeguards must hate these few weeks before the Malibu triathlon with all the amateurs out in the rough sea learning to swim in the ocean. A few of my teammates had a panic attack today. I knew exactly what they're going through.
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