I didn't have to think about how slow I felt.
I didn't feel slow anymore.
I felt strong as I glided along, pulling and reaching.
I surprised myself with what I could do.
I didn't even think about how an 11 minute mile feels like an 8 minute mile.
I didn't think about how I couldn't get stronger riding up the hills this season.
I didn't think about how 2000 yards is only half what I did in Ironman training on a normal day.
I felt like a normal day.
I heard the sound of my breathing and bubbles and glided past the two people in the next lane.
I didn't think how much I miss racing.
I felt powerful again.
I didn't think about my inabilities.
I remembered the little baby that I saw on the screen swishing around in there and how much fun it must be having now as I'm swishing around myself.
I felt like an Ironman.