I swam 1200 meters today and it took me 30 minutes and 9 seconds, a 2:30/100 pace. Do you know anybody else in the world who swims this slow??? Neither do I. Okay, maybe there are people in the world who swim this slow, but as far as I can tell, nobody else is admitting it on their blogs. It’s embarrassing, to be honest.
I am so not a swimmer. I took maybe one summer of lessons as a kid (and hated it). We built a pool in our backyard and I rarely used it. At the beginning of this summer, the farthest I had ever swum at one time was about 600 meters. At my very first tri in 2008, it took me 12 minutes to get out of the water for a 400 meter swim. The very first time I made it all the way to 1200 meters, it took me 35:40 - oh, yeah, baby, that’s a smokin’ 2:58/100 pace!
Okay, so, objectively, I am making progress. It’s just *ahem* slow progress. Yes, I totally get that good things come to those who wait, the tortoise beats the hare, and even that practice makes perfect. What. Ever. I have never been accused of being a patient person and I want to be a faster swimmer NOW!
I know what you’re thinking, “It takes hard work to get better.” Believe me, I totally get that. It took me nine long months to lose 30 pounds. It was well over a year of riding before I could consistently average over 16 mph on my bike and it’s taken me four years of regular running to crack 8 minute miles. There’s no such thing as a Speed Fairy, magically bestowing her gifts on me. Bummer.
My secret weapon in this War On Slowness is that I’m persistent. Some (like The Hubs, just for a totally hypothetical example…) might even call me stubborn. So, I’ll get there. Someday. It just might take me awhile…