One hour, twenty-three minutes and forty-two seconds of swimming backstroke in ‘perfect conditions’ (haha read incessant waves of choppy salt water – gallons of which I involuntarily consumed throughout the entire race) eventually flotsam’d me past buoys #7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, and 1 . . . and after staggering up the sandy finish chute (where a high-five from the organiser almost knocked me off my feet) I wobbled and whale flopped onto the grass beach reserve at Takapuna. This very long 2.8 km swim involved trailing behind 500 plus other swimmers who disappeared into the distance in minutes. The fastest swimmers ran up the finish chute after only 33 minutes! Some of these were about 60 years younger than me. If this is not Growing Old Disgracefully, then I don’t know what is! Being instructed to lift my head, smile and show my finishing medal to dear devoted husband’s entirely unsympathetic and unflattering camera was the last straw.
However let it be known that I was not-at-all bitter and twisted about being 510th out of 519! Furthermore, I did get 4th in my age-group – just missing out on a podium medal – bugger! But wait there’s more – there were only five in my age-group! Ha ha again! Definitely a tough day at the office and not a paint brush in sight! And this the same December day my Matakana exhibition opened!
PS: Have discovered that ingesting that much salt water has a salubrious (?) effect on the entire digestive track. In association with this also found getting both wet Speedos and Wet-suit off – in a hurry – in a Portaloo, is not funny either!
This IS the epitome of Growing Old Disgracefully!