Won't somebody get me off of this reef?

Troy caught my Somebody Please Shoot Me face.

I had Sublime's Badfish stuck in my head for 1:20:20 today. Yeah, 2.4 miles in 1:20. That's 28 minutes slower than I swam 2.4 three weeks ago. Lord knows I'm weak, won't somebody get me off of this reef? As the tegaderm peeled off along the way I stuffed it in my swim suit. For twenty minutes I swam directly over a sleeping turtle fifty feet below. I shit you not. It was a turtle. It was asleep. And I could not get past it. After looking at the Royal Hawaiian Hotel under my right arm from 9:42 to 10:02, I decided to swim there instead. Couldn't get away from the turtle in that direction either. I didn't sign up for a treadmill swim! A kayaker came and encouraged me to head back for the buoy line. I asked if he was with me because I was the last A-waver. He just laughed, which I took for a yes. I finally found the turn buoy and with 800 to go I started to throw up in my mouth. Which is always fun. It was rough today at the Roughwater and I got nauseous. I thought once the road rash was submerged and the initial burn passed it would be gone for good. No such luck. It would come on intermittently and take my breath away. I swam alone because I know when the current is strong in Waikiki I need to get inside. I should have followed the pack. Because bloody in a crowd in the middle of the ocean is better than bloody and alone.

I horrified people with my road rash. I told lies about falling into the tiger pit at the zoo. I went for kind of a rainbow-bright got dragged through the desert behind a horse look today - this is Katherine, Ann, Laurie and I before the fun began:

This picture of Ryan needs to be shared because it's goofy and people who swim that fast need to be ridiculed every once in a while.

The good news: everyone sucked today. I placed 2nd in my age group after that miserable experience. Katherine won her age group. I never, ever dreamed I would place at the Waikiki Roughwater, even on a good day. Here's the husband, way ahead out of the water as usual:

Everything about this weekend was too hard, too long, too tiring. I need a nap. And more tegaderm. I had an I am so over Ironman kind of day. Two margaritas and a cookie helped. I think I get a cookie for every 8th day of good eating. I think I deserve a cookie. I also think I can justify just about anything. It's my blog.