Easing into the 62-degree water of Lake Un-Pleasant at the TriSports.com Phoenix Triathlon, my resolve waffled.
It’s cold. It’s cold. It’s cold. It’s cold. It’s cold. I don’t want to be here. I don’t want to be here. I don’t want to be here. I don’t want to be here.
Had I not been the swimmer for Team Chicken and Waffles and Grits, I would have chickened out right then and there – carrying my not-so-badass out of Lake Not-So-Pleasant, peeling off my wetsuit, wrapping myself in a warm towel, sitting in the car and thinking about what I’d done (with the heater cranked up full blast). Instead, with my two teammates, Jason “Waffles” Robert and Ross “Grits” Loftin, encouraging me from the shore, I grimly accepted my fate.
Come to think of it, they weren’t so much shouting their encouragement as they were proclaiming their relief that they weren’t in my bare feet, treading through the wind-driven white-caps of this godforsaken lake. I would like to say that it was sheer grit and determination that propelled me forward when they fired the starting gun, but actually it was more guilt than grit. I couldn’t let my teammates down… but neither could I feel my head, hands or feet.