When we sign up for races that require months of training and contemplation, the idea of actually covering the given distance can seem so abstract. For example, when I signed up for the Marine Corps Marathon in March 2009, it was difficult to imagine running 20-milers in the sticky summer heat, or feeling the crunch of fall leaves under my feet at the actual race in October.
When I signed up for the 4.4-mile Great Chesapeake Bay Bridge Swim back in November, it was pretty much impossible to wrap my brain around *anything* about it, from the 6,000- or 7,000-meter long swims to the sun on my shoulders while I wait for the start in June. Even after completing two long swims, I was having a hard time imagining the reality of race day. The other day, as I practiced “sighting,” or the act of picking one’s head up from the water to look for the buoys that mark the open-water course, something shifted.
As I lifted my head mid-breath, I remembered that I will also get to use the two spans of the bridge to help me stay on course. Something about that thought triggered this realization: IN SIX WEEKS, I WILL SWIM ACROSS THE CHESAPEAKE BAY, FOLLOWING THE TWO SPANS OF THE CHESAPEAKE BAY BRIDGE.
Is it any wonder I’m a bit extra-motivated to hit the pool this week?