To make a long story short, my 6-hour qualifying swim is done and the paperwork is now finished - save for my physical. Let me catch you up.
Last Thursday evening, I flew out to San Diego to complete the required 6-hour cold water "assessment" swim. My friends Tasha and Anders live out there and they were kind enough to host me. Also, my good pal from VA - Chris - is a graduate student at UCSD. Both Anders and Chris are outstanding swimmers and offered to lend a hand for the swim. I briefly contacted them a few months ago and said I would be out in late February to enjoy the upper 50 degree F water of the Pacific Ocean. They were encouraged but not mandated to join me. I know these guys well. Just the invitation would be enough to lure them in the water. Now, they may not be dressed like me or rather they may not be as undressed as me but they would join me for parts of the swim. I knew I could count on their company.
So I landed late late late Thursday night and Chris came to pick me up. Chris is an awesome guy. He has plenty of work to do for his doctoral program and yet he squeezed in time to meet me at the airport. Not only did Chris pick me up but he generously picked us up a "snack" en route to the airport. Now, you need to know something about Chris; he is a professional eater. No, he doesn't trifle in competitions. There are few marathon eaters in this world but he is a champion sumo wrestler in the 6' 3" svelte figure who can out eat a platoon of hungry Marines. Chris picked up about 15 burritos. Yep, that was not a typo. He bought 15 burritos. I told you Chris was awesome. Here he is just so you can see that he exists and he enjoys life (permanent smile):
|Chris Lee - lean, mean, eating, swimming, cycling, researching machine.|
I was beat and so were my hosts but we managed to stay up until 1am (4am my time and my usual wake-up time at home) drinking a few beers, eating burritos, and laughing about all sorts of things. We hit the rack shortly after 1am because Friday was going to be my shake-down swim. I wanted to look and feel my best and what better way than to deprive myself of sleep, drink a bunch of (great) beer, and eat 5,000 kcal of food. Yep, I was ready.
Friday came way too early. It was a struggle to sleep but my brain kept yelling at me to go back to sleep. There would be no sleep because Anders and I had to get out for our swim before we had evening party plans. You see, Tasha and Anders are wonderful hosts. They organized a bunch of social events, included me in all of them, and even had Chris and his wonderful girlfriend Bryn come along. Bryn was busy with graduate student activities but she joined us from time to time. Mostly, it was a social weekend with Tasha, Anders, Chris, the boys, and me.
Anders and I swam from La Jolla Shores (sorry Graham, didn't know you lived there but will be back in July to tip back a few pints and talk about the old days) out into La Jolla cove. It was a spectacular day by any standards. I donned my old transparent suit that has tons of holes and barely covers me, slathered my body in Desitin, and headed out with Anders (fully clad in a wetsuit) for an hour or two swim. I felt great. It was like being home. The "cove" is one of the most magnificent places on earth. Sea life surrounds us as we swim in somewhat protected waters. Typically, there are many swimmers out but the surf and winds were a little strong so Anders and I found ourselves alone for the entire outing. We logged about an hour or so and decided to head back in because I got what I wanted out of the shake-down swim and figured I would save my energy for when it counted - Saturday.
Afterwards, we hit a deli for some outstanding grub, headed up to this high point in San Diego while I tipped back a few malt pops and scarfed down the lamb sandwich recommended by the deli owner. It was a grand afternoon and the fun was only beginning.
|Anders - the real hero in this story - atop San Diego where we dined to our hearts' content.|
Saturday came quickly and I was really excited to get out into the water. The previous evening, Anders and I were chatting about where to do the swim. I figured the best place would be the "cove" but Anders rightly figured that Solana Beach would be more convenient because they have a condo on the water (but live in Del Mar). The condo afforded us some amenities that would not be around for us in either the "cove" or La Jolla Shores. So, in the morning, despite HUGE waves in the forecast, we opted for Solana Beach. It was a great move in retrospect because we had access to a hot tub, pool, beer, and food afterwards and my support crew could easily manage the feeds and keep an eye out for me. Anders did mention the previous night that Solana Beach was home to a recent great white shark attack - a little know fact I could have done without but it was fine. I was ready to fight that shark to the bitter end.
Anders and I headed out early and hit the beach at about 9am. My plan was to get out in the water before everyone else and warm-up for an hour. I am a rare beast. It takes me about 3,000m to warm up and that hour lead time gave me ample time and distance to where I felt "warm" despite the 58-61F water. I jumped in at 9:26am PST dressed in my finest attire:
|Looking rather whale-like and ready for a 6-hour swim in...er pretty cold water. Here we go!|
I swam for the first hour unaccompanied but loving life. A seal poked up right next to me and (s)he gave me quite a start. I had no clue who was around or what was around. Thankfully, I had my pal to attract great white sharks AND outswim me. Hey, wait a second! I had to extinguish that thought from my head. Sharks were no doubt lurking about but what would they want with a rotund, pasty white human? I was hoping not much. That hour went by so quickly. I was ready for a snack but not a Chris snack, a marathon swimmer snack would do quite nicely.
Anders managed to paddle out through that ever-building surf and handed me my food. If you have a vivid imagination, you can call a blue rubbermaid flip-top bottle of white, milky substance food. I do, so join me in my delusional world. The UCAN Superstarch actually tasted great because it helped me off-set the briny taste that settled into my mouth over that first hour. I drank down about 200 calories and headed back into the great unknown, staying parallel to the shore for the entire time. It was a glorious swim day.
Chris met us just as I finished that first feed. He chose to wear a "shorty" wetsuit and soon regretted that decision. The water was cold - even for my whale-like physique. Chris immediately got cold but hung in there for about a 45 minute swim with me. We had a blast swimming together. Chris is a monster swimmer. He blows me away in the pool. In fact, I believe his breaststroke is faster than my freestyle. For the days leading up to the swim, I kept telling Chris and Anders that the swims in open water were relaxing, non-competitive swims where we all adjusted our pace to stay together. Thankfully, Chris' directions were a bit off so he managed to swim about 3x my distance as he zig-zagged his way up the coast with me. We called it "tacking" from our days sailing together. It was great fun. Chris was a trooper staying out there for 45 minutes but the time came where he needed to warm up. So off he went to see if Bryn was up for his kind of snacks. I kept going but was soon greeted by Anders with another feed.
The feeds require a little more detail just so you get a clear picture of Anders' herculean efforts throughout the day. According to surfline, the waves were 11 footers where we were swimming and they were every bit as large if not larger than that number. Anders and I agreed that I would feed every 30 minutes. The blue bottle contained my fuel (Superstarch, CarboPro, and sometimes a mix of the two), the green bottle had fresh water, and the red bottle held watered-down mouthwash. Well, the surf gods deemed mouthwash totally inappropriate for this swim. Gone was the red bottle after his first push out.
Each paddle out, Anders had to deal with these huge crashing waves while he pulled out my bottles while managing his huge stand-up paddle board. I couldn't believe he was getting through that surf but he was hell-bent for leather to keep me on my feed schedule. Anders was the real endurance king that day. I just swam. He swam probably the same distance I swam but his distance was always against HUGE waves. Each trip in and out got more perilous than the previous ones. I was incredibly grateful that he was the brave soul who "volunteered" to help. After a while, Anders could only manage to bring out the feed bottle because the others got washed away, ripped off the cordage holding them together, or breaking free from the carabiners that held them on his belt. Needless to say, I got through the swim because Anders got through the surf.
By this time, I was almost 4 hours into my 6-hour swim and felt great. The little bit of cold I felt during the first hour went away completely and gave way to this wonderful, comfortable feeling of swimming in the most heavenly place. During my alone time between 3 and 4 hours, I was approached by two dolphins who surfaced about 20 feet from me. I just stared in wonder and felt very grateful for the chance to share their ocean.
Chris joined me for the last two hours in a full wetsuit. He learned from his first outing that the cold water didn't agree with is new lean, mean body. Chris also managed to stay more on a straight course while Anders paddled alongside us. We swam up a mile or so, turned around, did that "lap" a few times and all of a sudden, it was nearing the 6 hour mark. I was ready to get out, enjoy a real meal, and drink a nice cold beer. The thought occurred to me that I was a little tired but felt good. What also occurred to me was that the surf was still rather large but nothing compared to those 11 foot monsters that Anders laid to waste. Chris, Anders, and I talked about our strategy to avoid the reefs and head toward sandy shores. We chose wisely because the pounding surf and sand was all I could handle as I got closer to shore. Standing on the beach after those hours in a horizontal position felt weird but peaceful.
As Chris and I got out, we were greeted by some of the local lifeguards. They were keeping an eye on me as I swam back and forth throughout the day. I enjoyed chatting with them but really wanted to get out of the sun. That beer was calling my name. So, off we headed to the shower and hot tub. First, the shower where, with the help of baby oil, I removed the Desitin. Then, burrito in the hot tub. What better way to end a long swim that hang out with great friends, eat SoCal burritos, and drink down a few frosty cold ones. The swim was over. I was ready to relax and relax I did.
|Still slathered in Desitin but hankering for that first cold beer.|
Thanks for following. I have more to discuss from that trip and a few new details on my climb in May. Stay tuned for those details in a day or so.