Rehab of the ankle has been ongoing. We’ve now moved from just passive PT (ultrasound, tissue manipulation, electro-stim, etc.) to doing PT exercises so I continue to make good progress on exactly the timeline they told me to expect (though I haven’t felt like it was progress worthy of blog updates – did PT, swam a little, iced the crap out of my ankle… lather, rinse, repeat.)
But today seems perhaps worth an update. With Discovery’s Shark Week upon us, my Facebook feed has been full of videos of sharks, real and movie magic-ed. And even though I know better, I watched every. freaking. one. I knew it would come back to haunt me during my next open water swim (I think it’s possible that I look a little bit more like an injured seal than some other swimmers out there, and I think that sharks develop a taste for neoprene, but that’s a topic for another blog.) It definitely haunted me today at the pool. That’s right gentle readers, I fear pool sharks. Before you laugh too hard, know that I’m not the only one – these are all memes that my friends have sent to me to encourage my pool shark fear:
Today I was swimming laps in the pool, relatively untroubled by thoughts of pool sharks, when, just as I came close to the wall and got ready to execute the turn I was suddenly being bombarded with super cold water and then something was TOUCHING ME! POOL SHARK! POOL SHARK! DEFINITELY A POOL SHARK!
It was not a pool shark (this time…) it was the hose that the woman who was cleaning the pool area was using. I didn’t want to mess up my time so I just dealt with it (now that I knew it wasn’t a pool shark) and it added a delightful sense of hypothermia to the end of the next few laps.
Another day, another swim, another chance of a deadly pool shark encounter. And my triathlon journey continues…