The Tri that turned out to be different: My Santa Cruz triathlon experience.
It was one of those days when life threw a curve ball at me. I panicked. Tears stung my eyes. Probably more than the sea water. The tears that ran down my face were saltier than the ocean water. My heart rate shot up more than it would have if I was doing my interval training. I followed the usual routine. As I usually do before the start of every triathlon race. A small sea prayer. A warm up swim to acclimatize myself with the cold temperature. The waves were huge. Almost felt like I was swimming up a hill. I swam a few yards, turned and swam back to the shore. It was during my second time I felt this smack. Whoa! That powerful slap of the wave. I choked and spluttered. The wave retreated. My vision was unobstructed. To my dismay I realized the goggles were snatched by that wave. Goggles which I had tucked behind my ear. Goggles that felt like another pair of eyes...