The biggest influence on my decision to get into triathlon was my friend Allison Fowler, who I think of as a little sister. We worked together at Miller Brewing Company on MGD. She asked me to enter the Chicago Triathlon (Olympic distance) with her. I told Allison that I couldn’t really swim and therefore there is no way I could do it. Well, Allison has a positive mojo about her and she convinced me to sign up. Needless to say, the swim was terrifying. No, really! I was terrified before I jumped in the water and must have taken close to an hour to finish the swim. I thought I was going to die and mere survival was my victory. Allison didn’t stop at Chicago; a couple of years later she asked me to sign up for Ironman 70.3 Oceanside.
My memory must have been really short because somehow she convinced me that an ocean swim is no big deal. I think her words were something like “come on Kevin, you basically did the same distance in Lake Michigan”. It’s worth noting that I have a weak spot for peer pressure so obviously I caved. This time I got myself a coach to help me with the swim. It helped, but not that much. My fear of swimming was there and is still there today, but thankfully to a lesser magnitude. At Oceanside, the racers swim out about 50 meters to the start line. I was exhausted by the time I got there, and we hadn’t even started the race yet. My anxiety was so high that I couldn’t exhale when I put my face in the water. I thought to myself, what am I doing? Then the gun goes off. I start to swim and bump into the person in front of me. I stopped and looked around for a clear path. There wasn’t one. I tried again and a few strokes later I bumped into someone else. Now my heart was pounding. I flipped on my back and backstroked as hard as I could for the entire swim. Have you ever tried to backstroke through people in the ocean? I didn’t think so. Don’t do it, it’s not ideal.
I was about 300 meters from the finish of the swim when a lifeguard asked me if I want to rest on her surfboard. I said, “hell ya”. Then she said to me “you are almost there, just put your goggles down over your eyes and bring it home”. Wait, I didn’t have my goggles over my eyes this entire time?
It wasn’t until after mile 30 of the bike that I saw my first age group peer. But then I saw more and more as each mile passed. I got stronger with each person I passed on the bike and run. One benefit of being a bottom-tier swimmer is that you pass people on land all day long, and virtually nobody passes you.