It’s all over but the shouting. Erm, planning. And, technically, swimming. Whatever: The 4.4-mile Chesapeake Bay Bridge Swim is finally here!
I first seriously thought about signing up for the race back in October (see The Contemplation Phase), but I wasn’t sure I really wanted to do it until I realized I stood the chance of not getting chosen in the lottery in November (see Gunning for a BQ). So I pinned a printout of my favorite A. Aubrey Bodine photo of the bridge to my motivation board, and started training.
Over the past several months, I’ve resisted training, thanks to my long-standing roller-coaster relationship with swimming (see How Swimming and I are like Ross and Rachel). But I’ve also embraced long swims of up to 7,000 meters, and have kind of fallen in love with swimming again, having realized that meditation and inner stillness are somehow easier for me while immersed in chlorinated water.
I’ve taken your great advice and planned what seems like the perfect race-day-eve on Saturday: Bake and/or knead a bunch of stuff in the morning, to include pizza dough; host a movie marathon that afternoon and evening, during which the pizza dough will be baked and eaten. Go to bed early-ish to prep for Sunday …
7:30 a.m.: Oatmeal at home
8:30 a.m.: Leave home!
9:30 a.m.: Get to Sandy Point State Park for the start. Eat banana and some almonds for “second breakfast.”
10 a.m.: Packet pickup ends
10:30 a.m.: Pre-race meeting starts.
11 a.m.: My wave starts
I’ll be posting updates to my Twitter page before and after the race. Until then … wish me luck!