This is my perception of what happened in the last hundred yards or so of the Daiquiri Deck Tropical Splash Open Water Swim last Saturday: I spotted another 2.5K swimmer ahead of me, and tried to turn on the finishing “kick” I almost always have deep within me at the end of open-water swims. I had no such kick, and the swimmer in front of me totally out-swam me. But when we reached shore, I quickly, gracefully sprinted ahead to the finish line as she walked to catch her breath.
This is what actually happened at the end of the race:
Running fast and strong as I come out of the water.
Still coming …
Still coming … this poor woman is looking at me, thinking: “If you’re going to pass me, pass me already!”
This is really getting a little bit ridiculous …
I’m grinning like I’m winning the Olympics, while barely moving forward.
Hey, I’m making progress (though it still looks like I’m casually jogging on the beach)! But what am I looking at over to the side?
Oh, right: I’m looking at the guy who was actually jogging on the beach THROUGH THE MIDDLE OF OUR FINISH CHUTE. He looks like he’s going considerably faster than me.
I did, eventually, make it to the finish line (whew!). Race photos are funny, aren’t they?