Mauro greeted us at the club all smiles, ready to roll. The tide was way out, so our entry into the seemingly colder-than-usual-water was painfully slow. None of us were super eager to be the first to put our heads down, but eventually one of us (maybe even all 3 of us simultaneously) made the plunge. BRRR! It was cold! Even though my wetsuit thermometer read 15 degrees Celsius.
Our friend the Ambleside seal was out again, a sure sign that the pod of Orcas that had been visiting recently had moved on - and he (she?) was as curious as ever. Popping up every lap or so just to see what we were up to....maybe it would like to coach us?! HA.
At about our third lap, I felt something on my left hand/wrist. It was sharp? Burning? Electric? I thought nothing of it really, that maybe it was a piece of wood, or a rough bit of seaweed, and kept swimming. We were really in the groove doing continuous laps, that all I was really focused on was my breathing, stroke and rhythm. It felt AMAZING! Such a huge change from the earlier weeks of swimming, I was just so happy to be feeling so good. After our sixth lap (just under 3km) we decided to head back in - and only then did I start to notice that my wrist was still burning. Once back on land, I showed the rest of the group - and we all decided that yes, I had indeed been stung by a jellyfish. It was pretty red, and hot to touch, and it just burned....like when your best friend gave you 'snakebite' when you were a kid. In all the years of swimming in the ocean, this was my first time being stung. So I guess really, it was just a matter of time. At least it was my wrist and not my face :)
Next Sunday will be our first practice swim with our support boat, so we can figure out how to get in/out of the boat race day, and get used to swimming beside it. We're getting close now! Its all coming together.....so exciting!