Q: What’s the problem with trying to learn to swim? (And yes, it’s a trick question because there are numerous things wrong with trying to learn to swim!)
A: There’s just no way to feel like a badass. None. Zero. Zilch.
Let me explain.
Monday I went for a run and I was doing a hill workout. I was on my last hill, the one that has a .5 mile slow incline that just sucks the energy right out of me. I was chugging up the hill when one of my favorite badass songs came on my iPod. It’s one of my go-to “rally” songs for when I need to dig deep. It’s a total kick ass female empowerment song and that song got me up that hill feeling like a total badass. I didn’t feel tired, I felt like a tough bitch. Running at times, can make you feel like you can kick ass and take names.
Now let’s get off that hill for a moment and get in the pool with me.
There is simply no way to feel like a badass in the pool in my pastel, multi-colored swim cap (and yes I know I didn’t have to buy the pastel cap, but it was cheap and apparently so am I), and let’s not forget I look like a cone head in my pastel, multi-colored swim cap. My sensible tri swim suit – which also has pink and purple on it. And again, I know I didn’t have to buy the one with pink and purple piping but as mentioned earlier, it was the cheapest and as I’m still new to this sport, I don’t want to spend too much money before I know if this tri will be my one and only or if I fall in love and keep participating in them.
So here I am, sensible tri suit with pink and purple piping, pastel, multi-colored swim cap fashioned nicely on the top of my head a’la Jane Curtin – Saturday Night Live circa 1977 and my Mr. Magoo goggles. Not necessarily a picture of badass-ness.
And let’s now add in my kick board and pool buoys. Just fricken take away my badass card and revoke my membership to the club, because the kick board and pool buoys are just one step away from fricken floaties – which I would totally have worn 3 months ago when I was starting out.
And just when you think it can’t get any worse, imagine me with my sensible tri suit with pink and purple piping, pastel, multi-colored swim cap fashioned nicely on the top of my head a’la Jane Curtin – Saturday Night Live circa 1977, my Mr. Magoo goggles, kick board and pool buoys and factor in my stopping to cough and spit out water mid-lap.
Nope, not a badass.
Thankfully a triathlon is three sports because it will take me the other two to redeem myself from my utter lack of badass-ness when I get out of the water!
Until next time,
Gotta run (or swim)