Panic attack upon getting past the break and for the first time ever, I really think I won't be able to make it. 35 sea lice stings later, I consider hailing down one of those rubber duckies full of life guards. My arm burns to the point where I no longer recognise it as my arm, rather some flaming paddle, viking style. Water, water everywhere and not a drop to quench. It turns out I still Can Too, but not with any particular grace, speed or style. Reach the finish line and head straight to first aid, giving my colleague quite a "she's drowned" scare.
Funnily I thought I'd gotten over the panic attacks and that I'd outgrown my childhood allergies. Apparently not.
Have signed up to do another 2.7km swim on Sunday and if I don't enjoy it - I won't even attempt 5km. I'll settle for 2.6km on April 26. Man it feels weird just typing that.
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