At some point in your life, I'm sure you've almost put your gallon or carton of milk in the cupboard, or were about to stash your box of Cheerios in the refrigerator. At that point, you may or may not stop yourself in your tracks and think, "WHAT am I doing? I need more sleep." Last week I was exhausted. The afternoon naps kept me functioning. July ended with 120 miles of swimming and 600 miles for the year. I think it really hit me last Tuesday night. At the end of a long day, I grabbed my clothes and started walking towards the laundry room. With shorts and t-shirts in my left arm, I walked right past my husband, first opened the laundry room door, then opened the garage door, and was about to flip my clothes into our lime green recyling bin on the garage floor. Observing the whole episode without saying a word, Noah crept closer to the laundry room in wonder. That's when I stopped and said, "WHAT am I doing?" Time for bed.

I was really looking forward to a relaxing weekend in Harbor Springs, Michigan, alongside beautiful Grand Traverse Bay. But first, my last mental test would be the USMS 10k Postal Pool Championship (50m pool) swim the Friday before leaving for up north. Thanks to my friends Lana (timing) and Tracy (holding up numbers like "models in boxing ring" as she said, I finished the outdoor swim in 80 degree water just a few minutes slower than two years ago, when I swam it indoors. When Lana held up a sign that said, "MOVE IT" at 9,700m, I was making plans to toss her in the pool. Even though the masters swimmers on our team got out long before my swim was complete, I was grateful for the companionship of a few other swimmers in the pool. Lana said my splits were "ridiculously consistent," which is what I want to hear a week before leaving for England.

Saturday I did a little warm-up swim in Petoskey State Park and had a fun dinner with friends. Sunday morning we met others from our team on the Harbor Springs shoreline for the Coastal Crawl. The Crawl is my favorite open water swim in Michigan. They offer a 1, 2, or 3-mile open water swim, plus, now a shorter kids' race. This was my 9th year in-a-row competing in the Coastal Crawl (2003-2011). In 2008, Harbor Springs hosted a 10k open water swim, to prepare for hosting the 2009 USMS 10k National OW Championship. This was my first year, I turned at a wrong buoy (the addition of the kids turn buoy threw me for a loop) and had to backtrack. Thankfully, a volunteer kayaker caught up with me and another guy and told us to go back. After feeling strong for most of the race, I finished frustrated with a leaky left eye socket and a red swim cap, marked with racer #309, falling off my head. I figured others were ahead of me and caught me with my mis-strokes, so I was suprised to hear that my teammate Lindsey and I were the first two females to finish the 3-mile. Fantastic short trip up north but just the place I wanted to be and the people I wanted to surround myself with before the big trip.

Swam 7,500m today (100, 5 x 600, 5 x 400, 5 x 200, 5 x 100, 6 x 150 stroke/kick) and felt a lot better in the water than last week. Five more practices before we leave.

On Tuesday, July 26, I swam ~13 miles across Lake St. Clair with a terrific group of people to help find a cure for cystic fibrosis. If you could donate $1 a mile, $2 a mile, or whatever you can, Rickie, the St. Clair crew and those affected by the disease would be most grateful. If you would like to learn more, please visit Swimming St. Clair.

It was a gorgeous day for a swim. We met at the Grosse Pt. Yacht club at 6:45 a.m. and Captain Mike welcomed us on board. We headed out to wait for our jet ski support team near Gull Island. Around 8 a.m. we saw not one, not two, but four jet skis heading towards us from the south. We were thrilled to have such tremendous support from Bill, his wife Diane, and their pals Scott and Sam. This was going to be a good day.

Ric took the plunge first and four of us followed his lead. I wore a yellow swim cap and stayed close to Bill, on a yellow jet ski which I named "Bumblebee." The water temperature at the start was 74 degrees, and the air temp was close to 80 degrees. When we jumped, it was like jumping into a blender. It was quite choppy with southwest winds five to 15 knots. I stuck to the English Channel rules and never touched the jet ski or boat for assistance. My friend tossed my water bottles into me and I swam to them. I did keep a bottle on the jet ski, so in case I got further ahead of the boat, I had some nutrition close by. The plan was for me to stay with Bill and every hour or so the boat and other jet skis would pick up the other swimmers and they would catch up and exchange swimmers. I would swim the whole way and the others would take hour shifts or more.

Around the two or three hour mark, my lower back was really bothering me so I asked for some Motrin on the next boat feed, an hour from then. The wind started to pick up and at times when I raised my right arm for a stroke, it would smack into a wave, and never make a full cycle. So I would humbily put it back and try again. So focused on maintaining my stroke, an hour went by in what seemed like 10 minutes. When it was time for the guys to swap in fresh bodies, I swam over to the boat, and my feeder handed me a green plastic cup. I thought, "yeah, Sportbeans" and tipped back the cup and started chewing. They weren't Sportbeans. Grossed out at the taste, I yelled, "What am I eating? My feeder replied, "You asked for Motrin." Yes I did.  Learned something for the next swim... remind swimmer what's in the cup. She wishes she had a camera in her hand, to photograph the tiny orange pieces of Motrin that were stuck to my lips.

At the four hour mark, I was ready to overheat. The water temperature, heading south, was much warmer and the air temperature was nearing the upper 80s. I knew I wasn't taking in enough liquids and I was getting frustrated. The winds picked up again, but around that time, I could finally make out the tower of the Grosse Point Yacht Club, which looked to be glowing on shore in the distance. We finished our swim for Cystic Fibrosis, just outside the seawall. When we finished the water tempature was a steamy 85 degrees and Rickie asked if he could get in and cool off. He did a few cool cannonballs with a huge grin spread across his face.

Thanks to the navigational support by our jet ski and boat team, we finished this year's swim in six hours. Last year we were in the water for 8 hours and 40 minutes. After the swim, we shared a nice lake view and post-swim meal at Brownie's on the Lake, where we toasted the jet skiers, Captain Mike, and I was toasted for getting the guys to the bar three hours early.

If you would like to learn more or donate, please visit Ric's blog Swimming St. Clair.

As I learned in Diana Nyad's book Other Shores (1978), one of the first rewards after a marathon swim is to cross over the same course by plane or boat. She said as you sit and quickly cross by boat or plane, you swell with glorious emotional pride to gaze down at the whitecaps you battled for three-fouths of a day. Though a week after my Charity Island swim, I was still beaming with pride while on a more leisurely trip to the island on Saturday, July 16, aboard the ferryboat "Shirley Ann."

Our captain, Dave, and crew members Jim and Anna, were terrific. The evening started around 4pm with a relaxing one-hour boat ride to Big Charity Island. We were offered cold drinks and served cheese and crackers. The sea hosts were excellent and we had a wonderful ride. Bob Wiltse, resident and lighthouse home owner, greeted us as we docked. Next, we enjoyed a short walk on a sandy trail and discovered a statue in the forest. Those who did not wish to walk were offered a ride in a giant wagon (reminded me of a hayride). Karen Wiltse welcomed us to her house and let us into her home to use the restrooms or relax with an ice cold glass of lemonade. Those of us on the East Tawas ferryboat went and sat on the deck for Bob's history presentation. Bob shared terrific stories, with an obvious passion for research, that kept the audience interested. He sure did talk fast during the 45 min talk. The lighthouse was built in 1885 and he shared stories from 1885 to present day. The coolest thing was when he showed us some the of rounded rocks and told us they were flint. Those resembled the same rocks that Karen and I saw while swimming close to Charity the weekend before. She picked one that looked like a hockey puck and put it in her wetsuit, before we swam back to shore. Big Charity Island, actually a large outcropping of limestone, is roughly 300 acres with over 3 miles of Lake Huron shoreline and it even has an inland lake. They say you can wade the two miles from Big Charity to 5-acre Little Charity Island.

After the fabulous presentation, we switched places with the Caseville ferryboat passengers, and headed to the porch of the lightkeeper's house for dinner. Seated overlooking the Bay, we ate sauteed tenderloin beef tips or lightly breaded lake perch, crunchy bread, roasted redskin potatoes and a warm slaw salad. After dinner, Karen gave us a tour of her house, including the cool basement, which has sections of original limestone walls. We spent some time exploring the shore and Noah climbed to the top of the lighthouse. Before we left, Karen and I traded new t-shirts. I have a new yellow Charity Island shirt and she has a blue "in pursuit" of the English Channel shirt. When Captain Dave (who was also a dinner chef besides our captain) rang the bell, it was time to head back to the Shirley Ann. We enjoyed a slower, gorgeous sunset cruise with a sliver of strawberry cheesecake and hot coffee. Passengers and crew sang 'Happy Birthday' to another woman and I, who shared the special day.

Looking back at the 16-mile Charity Island Swim (July 10, 2011), I'm so thankful my wonderful crew (family and friends) kept me energized and spirited to swim somewhere new. I remember when I reached the familiar US Gypsum crib, just 2.5 mi from the lakehouse, thinking that maybe we should just turn around and stay in calmer, more familiar water. I was getting tossed around like a pair of socks tumbling in a dryer and was watching my crew rise and fall like the old Pirate Ship ride in Ontario's (Canada) Boblo Island. Without the courage to lose sight of the shore, I wouldn't have discovered Charity Island, a "Pure Michigan" gem.

Speaking of charity swims, on July 26, I will be swimming 14+ miles across Lake St. Clair from the southeast tip of Gull Island to the Grosse Point Yacht Club with Ric Geyer and the gang from last year, to benefit the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation. Please check in again to see how it went or visit Ric's blog "Swimming St. Clair."

I had never been to Charity Island in Lake Huron until yesterday--when I swam there. On a clear day, we can see the island beyond the US Gypsum crib in Lake Huron south of Tawas City. In fact, as you head north towards Tawas on US-23, you can get a closer view from Au Gres. I had heard tales of people swimming there from Au Gres many years ago, making that a five or six mile swim. So last year, we figured a swim to Charity Island from Tawas City would be roughly 15 miles. This summer they added a boat cruise from East Tawas to Charity Island. For $79, you can experience a terrific boat cruise to Charity Island with snacks and drinks, fish or steak dinner on the island, dessert on your way home during sunset, plus learn a bit about the Island. I started to think that if I just swam to Charity Island it would be a great training swim as my English Channel swim nears. Though not as delectible as steak and fish, I could have a few liquid meals in the Lake, maybe feed a few fish and get a swimmers' eye view of the lighthouse and island--and not to mention, have tales to tell. Where do the tails come in? Keep reading.

We arrived in Tawas late Friday night and I was leaning towards a Sunday swim, so we could have Saturday to make last minute preparations. Looking at the marine forecast, Saturday was definitely a better swimming day if you like calmer water. With winds only 2-6 mph forecast for early Saturday morning, it meant little waves. Sunday morning called for a swim into the SE winds 8-12 mph. After some discussion, we agreed that Sunday's conditions would better prepare me for the unknown and give us more time to pack our bags and relax a bit. Saturday was mostly spent prepping for the swim. I mixed my energy drink in four water bottles, we contacted the Coast Guard (since I was going to be swimming into a shipping lane), warmed and mixed Vaseline with pure lanonlin to prevent chafing, went for a short swim and a two mi dog walk, found time for reading and some jetskiing before going to bed at 8 p.m. I had no trouble falling asleep.

However, it was the reading earlier in the day that presented the biggest threat in my mind for Sunday. I'm currently reading, Wind, Waves, and Sunburn (A Brief History of Marathon Swimming), by Conrad Wennerberg, loaned to me by a fellow Michigan Masters swimmer. That was when I read about Marilyn Bell's 1954 Lake Ontario crossing. It was in her first hour of swimming that she discarded her goggles and shortly after when the first lamprey eel attached itself to her bathing suit. Since she was used to this in her training swims, she simply pinched under its' suckers and plucked the parasite from her suit, like her swim mate, Cliff Lumsden, had taught her. He too, was badgered by the pests on training swims, and once he crushed ones head between his teeth and threw it.

I shouldn't have done it, but I did it anyways. I ran to the computer to Google "lamprey eel-Lake Huron." I remembered reading about how they were problematic in most of the Great Lakes and wondered if they were attracted to light sticks, clipped to a swimmers' suit, say at four in the morning. Just happens I found a study that showed eels were indeed attracted to light. After my Google research session, complete with illustrations of lamprey eels attached to trout, I knew two things were certain. 1- I was bound to have an eery eel encounter and 2- There was absolutely no way I would put an eel in my mouth and bite its head off.

The crew and I awoke at 3 a.m. to the sound of the waves crashing on the sea wall. Each of us were busy scurrying around the house, grabbing some food and loading the car for the marina. Noah, Karen and myself took a less-drowsy Dramamine and by 4 a.m, the crew headed to the Marina, leaving Karen and I at the house. Karen rolled on her wetsuit while I ate a banana and a regular oatmeal packet, along w/ a bottle of energy drink. Next, we attached our lightsticks (see previous blog) with safety pins to the back of our suits (hers on her wetsuit string), and clipped the LED blinking lights to our goggle straps. This was when I ran around saying, "It's great to have a tail--this swim is now called 'A Tail of Two Swimmers." Giddy and ready to swim--yet, hoping I didn't resemble a trout. We stepped into the darknes on the back patio,  where we set up the bucket of lanolin-vaseline concoction on some old towels on the lawn. Wearing disposable gloves, all the while our lightsticks were attracting bugs, Karen applied some of the sticky mess to underneath my bathing suit straps and places I was known to chafe in previous swims [learning experiences]. We continued to look out into Lake Huron for the green and white running lights of our escort boat, coming from the Tawas Bay Marina. In the meantime, in anxious nervousness, I must have put my hands on the lanolin six or seven times and ran back into the house to wash.

Karen and I navigated down the sea wall steps cautiously, as the waves smashed against our shins. I looked back at the house and noticed that we left the downstairs well illuminated for the boat to spot us. We waded out to the end of the dock, where the sand ended and rocks congregated. I thought the water would have been cooler than it was. It felt terrific. We saw the green and white lights bobbing in the deeper water waiting for us, so we started swimming out towards the escort boat. I was hoping I didn't swim into 'anything that went bump in the night,' aka Mr. Lamprey Eel.

I had trouble maintaining sight of the bow's red running light if I fell just behind it, so I did tell my crew and we moved a lightstick closer to it. With Karen on my left shoulder, and the boat on my right, I tried to swim parallel to the boat. A few times I heard, "left" and "too close," even with ear plugs. Turns out, the only thing I bumped into in that first half hour was Karen, my companion swimmer. I think we both screamed and apologized. Good thing I didn't have to bite her head off. This was a good practice of sensory deprivation, which initally was the root of some anxiety. I was able to tell who was who on the boat, because of their different colored life jackets and lightsticks. I kept a watchful eye on the boat's lights and the attached lightsticks when I breathed towards them. Every time I breathed to my left to spot Karen's lights, I hoped I wasn't swimming into the boat. I'm thankful I had a companion for my first night swim. Somewhere in the darkness I was able to see the "1 mi" sign that I had printed. Karen placed all of the signs (numbers, sayings, etc.) in clear, protective sheets, and sealed them with clear packaging tape. Laminating them was way too expensive and we're trying to save as much money as we can for the Channel trip. We learned that they also need to be sturdier, so we'll add a piece of cardboard to each one. They are portable and easy to pack, once placed in a 3-ring binder. The first feeding came around mile 1 to practice in the dark. Noah tossed in the TYR water bottle attached to kite string and I couldn't locate it. "Turn the spotlight on the bottle," someone said from the boat. Learning experience.

When we approached the US Gypsum crib in the dark, all I could really see was the bright red light on top. I couldn't see any of the wires or interesting objects on the bottom. The first time I ever swam to the US Gypsum crib in Tawas Bay, I was so proud. I climbed aboard the jet ski, my husband handed me a lifejacket to put on and then a seagull pooped on my face to welcome us. I have photos. This time I think we snuck past the sleeping seagulls. Karen stayed in the water for the first 90 minutes and then Noah hopped in, wearing his wetsuit. Once we got past the crib, I noticed the waves picked up and the boat was getting tossed like a salad. I even said to the crew, "if it's too wavy, we can turn around and swim to the other lighthouse and back." Lynn replied, "It's okay. Keep swimming." I could just start to see the faint reddish glow to the sky, which brought comfort. Noah swam a half hour and then he disappeared into the boat. He later said he was feeding the fish the entire half hour but wanted to serve his time in the water with me. I love him. And for the record, no lamprey eel sightings or touchings at that point.

The next few hours were a constant battle with four foot waves. I saw my husband wearing a blue hoodie with his head hung over the far side of the boat and knew he was seasick. I was later told it had rained three times on the crew and it was quite cloudy. Every feed I drank my energy mix and every other feed it seemed I was offered small amounts of something different. With every new mile card, I saw Lynn move to the stern. Classical conditioning was in effect and naturally my behavioral response was "Food is coming!"  Every other feed she would reach out a metal basket on a long pole, holding a small green plastic cup, also attached to kite string. Twice I discovered diced peaches in heavy syrup, twice I was given a Peter Rabbit Organic fruit snack, a few Jellybelly SportBeans, once a few tiny Powerbar protein balls, once a tiny bite of Milky Way candy bar (turned that down), and once a hard boiled egg (turned that down faster than the candy). Breakfast and lunch in Lake Huron. I was asked to drink a half a water bottle at every feed and did note that while fighting the waves, fish are fed after every feed.

I remained in good spirits the entire swim, which is credit to my wonderful crew and family and the energy drink. I swam many hours by myself and just kept my head down. When someone on board said, "We can see Charity!" and asked "Can you see it?" I did a few forward sightings and responded, "I ONLY see a lot of water." I didn't waste any more time trying to spot it because all I could see were giant waves heading my way. I was too worried about how to learn to pee while swimming instead of wasting time during a feed. Several feeds I told jokes or commented that they should call ahead to Charity Island and make a swim-ahead reservation for table #5. When Lynn showed me the sign that said, "Great day for a swim," I saw nothing but cloudy skies and lifted my head and joked back, "Great day for a nap." Towards the end, I also told the crew to change that dinner reservation to a bed & breakfast. I also kept thinking about getting a carmel apple at the Village Chocolatier.

Finally at mile 13, I could see the Charity Island Lighthouse and a bunch of fishing vessels. Karen re-entered the water with me at mile 12 for a half hour and again when we had about a half mile to go. The clouds were starting to break-up and the rocky bottom was becoming more visable. One of the Coast Guard guys in Tawas told us that Charity Island was very rocky so I pictured big boulders. Once it was too shallow, the boat stayed in the deeper water while Karen and I swam as far as we could, which was about 75 yards from the shore. We had to do some shallow breaststroke pulls to glide over the rocks that our freestyle fingers were touching. Each of us hand selected a few rocks. I stuffed one in my suit and Karen jammed a few in her wetsuit to swim back to the boat. Finally I kneeled, then stood up slowly and we raised our hands in celebration of the successful swim. We swam back to the boat, showed them our rocks and exchanged hugs. I drank two bottles of water and had a piece of turkey after putting on a wool hat, neck gaiter, fleece shirt and pants for the swift boat ride back to the Tawas Bay Marina. Thank you, Lynn, Mark, Noah, and Karen and the people in the Tawas area for your support and kind words. I did later get that carmel apple. But I was too tired to eat it. This Saturday I think I'll take that dinner boat cruise to celebrate my birthday and enjoy the ride. Thank you for reading and please leave a comment. :)

p.s. Many people have said, "WHY?" I will leave you with this quote... "The more you do, the more you discover you can do, and the more you want to do." On this day, I swam 16 miles to Charity Island. Marathon swimming is a battle, the biggest test of human spirit I've come across in athletics. Every small victory yields further challenges.

Last July 4th, I attemped to swim from the Tawas Point Lighthouse (East Tawas, Mich.) to the former US Gypsum loading crib in Alabaster Township, just over six miles away, when seasickness caused me to stop. Yesterday, I retraced my strokes, with a boat and crew accompanying me, and reached the crib in three hours. Along the way, I swam through millions of Mayfly carcasses since there was a big hatch this week and tried not to think about it. At one point, I did yell, "I just ate a bug." Since the fish were gorging themselves on the flies, I was hoping my toes would be spared.  My husband and aunt were both practicing launching water bottles to me and feeding me SportBeans or Peter Rabbit fruit snacks in a cup, tied to an extension pole. Before the first feed, I heard yelling and saw them waving to me from the boat. My husband yelled, "Swim back there and go get your water bottle." The water bottle and kite string retrieval system were waterborne. He said, "first time" as I retrieved it and handed it back to him. About an hour later, they switched jobs and my husband took the wheel and my aunt started waving at me to stop. I started treading and she was pointing to the water bottle and kite string, floating on the surface behind me. "Go get the water bottle and string," she said, after tossing them both in the water. I smiled. "First time," I replied.

I'm thankful we're practicing the logistics of the feedings before we fly overseas and grateful for the learning experiences. For the planned night swim next weekend, we may need a lightstick attached to the water bottle, as addition to my goggles and swim suit.

Once I reached the crib, the crew asked me to keep swimming and circumnavigate the crib and explore the nearby foundations of the former arial tramway that carried gypsum from the quary on US-23 out on the loading crib. I kept swimming but told my crew about all the wires and basket (that was cut loose) I was swimming over. The water temperature stayed between 62 and 63 degrees with sunny skies on the 6.6 mile swim.
 
Friday afternoon, I swam from the lake house to the crib and on my return trip, lightning forced my 5 mi swim to end at 4.64 miles. Saturday afternoon, I swam south towards the gypsum loading dock in Tawas City with a fellow masters swimming friend. With my husband on a jet ski next to us for safety, we swam over a dozen golf balls and several large fish.  Take a look at the video and photos. Tomorrow I'll be swimming a 5k in the Detroit River at the "Motor City Mile," to benefit the Lance Armstrong Foundation. I'm looking forward to sharing another fun swim with great teammates.

Beautiful weekend up north where the high temperature was 70 degrees both days. Spent the weekend swimming in Lake Huron in 58 degree water. Sunday I did a 2.5 mi swim, accompanied by family and friends near the Tawas Point Lighthouse in Lake Huron. Several plump bluegill swam below me as well as a few big bass, larger due to the fish fly hatch. I stopped a few times to shout, "FISH!" to my boating companions. Got in a nice outdoor long course 8,500m swim today and then ART loosened my tight shoulders.  Last week, my Lazer Stik LED markers and LED Expedition Light's arrived for the Channel swim. I am required to wear the Lazer Stik on the back of my suit and will probably wear the LED Expedition Light on the back of my goggles, to be visible to my escort boat (and hopefully not marked for an evening sea creature feeding). In case of a companion swimmer, I have extra.

I completed my first 25k swim last Saturday, June 18, in Noblesville, Indiana in 7 hours and 19 minutes at the 2011 United States Masters Swimming (USMS) 25k National Championships, placing 2nd in my age group. I wore my Garmin Forerunner 310XT under my swim cap to measure my actual distance, which was 16.6 miles in the Morse Reservoir. The "time" below is off because I started the watch well before the race. Look at the "moving time," which was very close to my official time. Noblesville and the Morse crew were terrific hosts, and we're glad to have had the opportunity to return after last year's Open Water 10k National Championship. 

Friday night after checking in, we headed to the race site for check-in, body marking (I was swimmer #36), dinner and a race meeting. We took a brief boat tour of the course aboard a pontoon. My awesome paddlers, Noah, Ann and Carol took photos and paid attention to all the points for sighting. The 70 competitors were numbered in order of their seed times, and that was how we entered the water on Saturday to be counted. Dick Sidner, race director, showed us a course map and said after the first yellow buoy (which was to be kept on our right shoulder), the race was like the Indy 500--we would be making left turns all day.

Saturday morning we woke up at 4:30 a.m. to rain showers. I had a quick breakfast of a hard boiled egg, plain oatmeal, and half an English muffin with peanut butter. I also started drinking my apple juice mixed with Maxim for energy. We arrived at the course at 6 a.m. in the middle of a storm.  Everyone was milling around and very anxious for the storm to pass, and get the swim underway. The decision was made to move up the start time from 7 a.m. to 9 a.m. I went back to the car and got another two hours of sleep in the front seat during the downpour. Some swimmers were asleep on the beach under the tent, others had found spots in the carpeted club house, sat talking at tables, or retreated to rest in vehicles.  At 8 a.m., swimmers and officials started moving around and preparing for their long day on or in the water. While my paddling crew was removing water out of our tandem kayak with the bilge pump, I settled on a red Michigan Masters swim cap, orange goggles (vs. metallic since it was overcast) and gave my nutrition bag to my paddlers. Noah applied one more layer of BullFrog Water Armor sunblock to my shoulders and face and I was ready to go. The 70 kayaks accompanying their solo swimmers slipped quietly into the Reservoir and paddled past the first buoy, where they would try to pick-up their swimmer once the pack spread out. We entered the water in number order and everyone said their last minute "good luck's." The gun was fired at 9:07:26 a.m. and the water temperature was between 73 and 75 degrees. 

Solo swimmers swam 5 loops of the 5k course. Relay swimmers and solo 5k swimmers began at 9:47 a.m. My first 5k felt really good and I took it nice and easy, trying to breathe every three strokes and not drift too far from my kayak. Noah and Carol paddled alongside me for my first lap, sharing paddling, photography, and feeding duties--oh, and keeping me entertained with their facial expressions. My first 5k was 1:24.37. I alternated very brief feedings between the apple juice mixed with Maxim and some Gatorade. Noah or Carol would signal that it was time for a feeding (like at SeaWorld) and toss in my water bottle ahead of me, which I swam to head-up water polo style, took a swig and launched it back at the boat, with the utmost caution, not to splash my crew of course.

When I swam through the finishing chute after the first 5k, my paddlers hustled to the beach, to switch crew members. Carol hopped out and Ann got in the front of kayak. They caught up to me before the first yellow buoy in lightning speed. I was impressed and told them that they were fast! The second 5k felt better than the first and the sun was beginning to peak out from the clouds. The only thing that was irritating me was my left hip flexor. I had to rely on a breaststroke kick every so many minutes to stretch it out. I could feel when it was going bad and did a quick kick to put it back in its place. The water felt good and I only ran into a little floating debris from the storm. I think I ate a few Jelly Belly Sport Beans on this lap. I caught up to Denise Brown from Michigan when I recognized her stroke just ahead of me. My 2nd 5k split was 1:24.35, two seconds faster than the first 5k. I saw the time of day displayed on the large red digital clock resting on the finishing chute dock and calculated my first 10k as I made the turn for the 3rd 5k. This time, Noah got out for a break, and Carol replaced him in the back.

Shortly after the kayak caught up to me past the first buoy, my arms began to feel like lead pipes. Then I started thinking that instead of being done after 10k like last year, I had three more 5k's to go. I think that's when I started veering away from my kayak and raising my head to ask them to come closer to me. I thought I was going point to point and they were drifiting away from me. Then I realized I was getting cranky and needed more carbohydrates if I was going to push through this mental phase and get that second wind. I told myself to keep my head down and not say another word, or I would say something I regreted. At that point, I'm glad I had pre-warned my paddlers that at some point, I would be going through this mental battle of Morse Reservoir and pre-apologized for anything I said grumpily. So I felt lousy and at the next feeding, Carol asked if I wanted a Peter Rabbit Fruit Snack. I said yes and she tossed it in after my water bottle. In a matter of 0.75 seconds, my head dropped and spirit was crushed when I saw my squeezable Peter Rabbit feeding disappear into the abyss. I thought I was going to cry as I looked up and and said quietly, "Those don't float."  Carol then looked sorry and said she was so used to throwing everything else in the water, that she got carried away. Too funny. Thanks to Peter Rabbit, we had others on board. That snapped me out of it, and after that feeding, my turnover and spirit increased together. Thanks to Carol and Ann, who gave me a few extra feedings of carbs on that lap, instead of waiting for feeds every 30 minutes. My split on the third 5k was 1:27:23, which surprised me because it felt much slower.

The fourth 5k was a little sunnier, and I started out feeling like I had a second wind. My paddlers made the quick switch and Ann got out and Carol hopped in with Noah. I felt terrific and finally caught up to a few other swimmers. At one point, I rollled onto my back for a feeding and screamed in pain. The arthritis in my back didn't agree with flipping over, so I quickly rolled back to my stomach to feed while swimming breaststroke with one arm. As I got closer to the last half mile of the fourth 5k, the winds picked up and the waves were rolling into my kayak and onto the paddlers. I was wondering where they came from but had to swim harder to get to the finish area. As I approached the finishing turn buoy, one of the pontoons was blocking the chute because his anchor wouldn't hold the boat and the pontoon was drifting. I treaded for a few seconds and then found a path through the finish chute to start the final lap. My fourth 5k split was 1:30:27 and I was proud to have kept up the fight, in the 25 knot winds.

I made the final turn and expected to see Ann and Noah catch up to me for the final loop. I headed back into the waves and just past the first yellow buoy, I saw a new face in the kayak! Barb, Noah's mom, came to see us and hopped in to paddle the final 5k with him. I was glad to see her and the change of paddlers kept my mind fresh, wondering what was going to happen next. As we made that first turn by the water slide house, the official's pontoon had trouble staying still. The official later told me that he was telling the boat pilot that they needed to get of my way and not mess with the swimmers who have been in the water for six hours at that point. They were trying everything they could and I'm grateful for their tremendous water support and efforts they displayed. I made it around the pontoon without hitting it but came awfully close to the rear. Right around that point, the winds were pushing my kayak into my right arm, so Barb and Noah switched to paddle on my left side until we got to the narrower part of the Morse Reservoir. I was heading back on the fifth and final 5k when I saw the kayak with a giant helium fish shaped balloon tied to the back and Noah told me to catch the fish. A few hundred strokes later, when I turned to breathe towards the kayak, I saw Noah holding a 3-4 inch bluegill and making a swimming motion with it. I didn't know where he got it, but I screamed and asked if I had ran him over. Noah and Barb just laughed and he said it was floating. I picked up the pace heading into the final few buoys and finished the fifth 5k with a split time of 1:31.59.

I took a few more cool down strokes and then tried to kneel on the bottom to thank my paddlers. I saw Ann holding a neon orange sign that said, "Way to Go, JD!" and Carol was taking pictures. I didn't try to stand for a few minutes and when I did, I fell into the kayak. My final time was 7:19:01, placing me 2nd in my age group and 23rd overall out of the 66 swimmers who started the race. I enjoyed the giant sugar cookie, and fruit/pasta first from my lunch bag after the race. Thank you, Noblesville, Race Director Dick Sidner, the terrific volunteers, hometown swimmers, and my paddlers for being excellent hosts and friends.

I didn't sleep well that night as I had trouble keeping my shoulders comfortable. We enjoyed a morning 2,000m active recovery loosen swim at the Forst Park Aquatic Center, a little breakfast and talking to friends. Hope to do it again at the next 25k in three years.

Tuesday afternoon at the lake was quite entertaining. The steamy 90+ air temperature brought swarms of teens to one of the lakes at our local State Park. After my swim buddy Cheryl R. and I geared up and applied heaping amounts of sunscreen, we walked past a group of teens to enter the water. "Are you going to swim across?" one girl asked. "That is the plan," I said. She replied, "I have a phone so I can call 9-1-1" if you need me. "Great, thank you," we said and started swimming. When we returned after our 0.8 mi lap 1, and ran out for a quick feeding, the teens looked puzzled. "Are you going AGAIN?" We nodded. After our 2nd lap, I ran out for a swig of electrolytes and one of the teens asked, "Do either of you smoke cigarettes?" Seriously? I looked at her, and replied, "Remember how we're doing multiple laps... we couldn't do that if we smoked."  Pause. She then said, "That makes sense I guess." I re-entered the water and said, "Remember 9-1-1." What an afternoon. At the far end of the lake, another group of teens were congregating. When I stopped to adjust my goggles after length 5, one of the guys asked, "Dude, is there like a sandbar out there? I heard there was. And if there is, I totally want to go." I looked at him and said, "Yes, there are several." He then asked if when I was swimming overtop of one, I could stop, stand up, and wildly wave my hands over my head and yell back at them. Let me think... you want me to act like I'm drowning in front of a packed lake of beachgoers, while you and your six friends who have probably been drinking, try to swim out and find my sandbar?!
I turned and started swimming back. I can't make this stuff up. Thanks, Cheryl R., for hanging with me!

Tomorrow. There is a lot of safety in the word "tomorrow." "I'll show you my homework tomorrow," "I'll get it to you by 9 a.m. tomorrow," or "maybe tomorrow." People put a lot of faith in the word. Kids. Adults. It's a very long word with a lot of letters to hide behind. I swam Saturday morning with our team in 85+ degree water and then drove up north to the big lake, hoping to get in and swim a bit. We found wind gusting up to 40 mph, rain and a high in the mid-40s. The lake temperature was 47 degrees with 3-4 ft waves. After watching the wind overturn patio furniture, I thought, "Maybe I'll get in tomorrow."

Before I knew it, tomorrow was today, and those same waves and winds had stuck around town. The waves even captured a portion of the neighbor's dock and sent it floating south in Lake Huron. That seemed like a good time to finally get in that swim! Acclimating to cold water is part of the process. I knew I had to increase the amount of time spent in the cold water from my last swim in 50 degree F water.  We bundled up and went over to the city beach to try to find more protected water in Tawas Bay. My husband packed my wetsuit just in case the lake was below 50. I threw in a thermometer and started getting ready (yep, 47 degrees, air 48, damp, still 30 mph gusts) and did put on the wetsuit (and tested Speedo ear plugs for the first time in my life) for this one. My husband and I jogged down the beach to warm-up, ran in, screamed a bit, and started swimming head-up water polo style. My aunt walked the beach with our dog to make sure we were okay. A teeth chattering swim, but I knew I'd warm up- by tomorrow.

The last week of April's swimming totaled 37,850 meters. I started off with 9,000m on Sunday, April 24 (30 x 300), took Monday off, 6600m on Tuesday, 5250m on Wednesday, 7000m on Thursday (and massage!), 5000m on Friday and 5,000m on Saturday. This week's goal falls somewhere between 40,000 and 45,000m. Started off well with a long drive and my first long course swim of 2011 at Eastern Michigan University on Sunday, May 1 (12,200m), followed by dinner and watching the Red Wings in Ann Arbor at Pizza House. The age group divers were practicing on springboards and platforms while I was swimming. All of a sudden, a gigantic wave pushed the green and white lane marker into my body and I thought I had blacked out and was swimming crooked. Hello bubble machine! This allows divers to attempt new dives without risking major injury. By creating a sea of bubbles in the target zone, the bubble machine breaks the surface tension and softens their landing. This wave creating gadget livened up my 3.5 hour pool swim.   Got in 7,500m today and mixed in a lot of kicking to give my arms a bit of a break. In nutrition news, my two tubs of 2kg energy mix for marathon swimming, Maxim, arrived from the UK yesterday (used Chain Reaction Cycles.com) so I'll have to try it out this week. It's carbohydrate powder (matodextrin) with vitamins to mix with water, juice, or warm drinks in open water. Look for my review next week.