To celebrate the start of the summer I
participated in my first
aquathlon. It is a race that combines running and
swimming, normally on the sea or the mouth of a river. This one I had targeted
some time ago, slated to be held on a beautiful, compact trail and a calm open
sea.
I knew I could do the distance
(2,5km running- 1km swimming- 2,5 km running) but started to doubt myself after
a few serious sports enthusiasts kind of said “really?” in a high-brow, amused
way. I was a swimmer - I swam a whole lot during my school years, that is
-before I became a runner and thought that I had to try.
Even so, as the date approached I almost ran
out of time to get inscribed, so numerous were my doubts. I think that what
discouraged me was the fact that it was a real race for semi-professional
triathletes, that the maximum number of participants was only 150 (not much
room to go incognito) and that I was all by myself, no friend to share the
logical fears of a novice. So likely to be the last one to cross the finish
line… I just hoped that there would be no time limit and that I wouldn’t have
to be picked up by the
coche escoba (literally
“street sweeper”, in this case the vehicle that picks up the stragglers and the
dumb ones who have over-estimated their ability).
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Plencia's aquathlon: swimming back |
So there I was at the starting line,
chatting up the other athletes in their 20s, all looking very pro. They must
have thought “who the hell is this character?” A 40-something mother trying to
prove to herself that she can finish this thing, that’s who! And the air horn
went off and everyone sped ahead, leaving me behind. The trail was
uneven and it mixed grass, dirt and railroad ties, so one had to be careful not
to trip and lose one’s balance or even worse, sprain an ankle (at which I am a
real expert, let me tell you).
So I’m tired after the first round, not yet
enough endorphins released to enjoy the pain, but here it comes, the wet part.
That’s a total liberation despite the fact that I can’t see nuthin’ but muddy
green water and almost get caught on the buoy rope of a nearby boat – signage is
not great. The temperature of the water is fantastic and suddenly I’m not tired
any more. I could swim double this distance. I’m having to deal with looking up
out of the murky water to stay on course while avoiding the boats, and I head
towards the wrong bridge pillar, going all the way around it, a lot of wasted effort.
So I have to stop and yell at the girl on the paddle board to tell me where in the
water is the the correct turn-around point. Apparently I had swum an extra 300
metres which just added to my great feat. Dog!
As per the lack of style, that was a
disappointment. I wore my training Speedo bikini which was the only two-piece outfit
in the whole competition. Probably because the other participants were serious
and all possessed their triathlon suits. Almost everything was black, only
broken by the women’s orange swimming caps. So no cool photos this time.
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After the feat. Happy although she can't even smile |
I feel like a cross between a sleek, dignified
dolphin and a freaked-out ostrich running from a lion. But I did it and it felt
fantastic. And I was not the last one to cross the line, in fact I left behind three or four participants and I even saw an athlete WALKING!
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Swimming in the Bilbao river |