This Saturday we didn't spend much time in the parking lot, just got geared up and made our way to the beach. Walking into the water I heard a scuba diver say to his buddy She's more of a man than I'll ever be. This is the kind of comment that makes me feel shy and I didn't indicate that I had heard. I wish I could communicate to people how amazing it feels to swim skin in cold water. Instead I think most people just see me as a nutter.
I entered the bay as usual and noticed immediately that though the temperature had not dropped the water was a little rougher. I decided to swim along the shore until I made it to the rocks on beach left and then turn and swim to the point in the shadow of the islet. About 1/3 of the way there I was hit by a ferry wake and then heard Andrew call out hello and saw him and Denis slide into place right next to me. Along with Colene and Michelle we were swimming together like a pod of dolphins. The water picked up at the point and I telepathically called out Rock and Roll to Andrew. Then I waved to the gang, turned right, sited off the marker and the rest of the gang turned left and headed toward the next bay. I stayed out in the mouth of the bay, enjoying the rough water, and swam toward the marker. When almost there I veered again to the right and hugged the rock outcropping all the way into the beach. I saw Matt hold up the white board indicating 15 minutes when I was almost there.
|Sprinting at the end of my swim, or so I thought|
Turning to swim along the beach, I tried to keep my pace up and started to notice that it was hard for me to process what I was seeing. My face was whipping from side to side - sky, ocean, sea floor, sky - I was rotating so quickly my brain couldn't keep up. As I reached the rocks on beach left again I saw Matt hold up the boards indicating 20 minutes so I turned and made my way out.
Matt helped me dress on the beach and walked me and my gear to the car. Again I made note of feeling unsteady and my difficulty walking without using Matt to balance. We cranked the heat in the car and recovery felt pretty close to last week but mentally it was a lot easier. I knew my body could recover from this easily and I was in no danger so it was just a matter of weathering the shivering.
The stats were:
Begin shivering: 5 minutes
Back in the car/heat cranked: 10 minutes
Head starting to clear: 24 minutes
Violent shivering ends: 30 minutes
Shivering ends: 50 minutes
Distance swum: 1 Kilometer
Water temp: 6 C
I told Matt in the car about my visual confusion and how hard it was to process what I was seeing when I was sprinting so hard at the end of my swim. He corrected me and told me that actually, I had slowed down quite a bit. I then asked him about dressing and the walk to the car. It seemed like he had been rushing me and I kept asking him to slow down, but he said I had been moving very slowly and the notes he took confirmed that. 10 minutes to dress and make my way back to the car is a long time. It did truly feel like everything was happening in rush, rush time to me and I was having difficulty keeping up. More Ice Brain issues, I guess.