Posts Tagged ‘Swimming’

Race Day!

We’re very excited about Emily taking part in the regular ‘race day’ at Northern Arena Swim school.  A ton of kids turn up and get to swim against other kids, seeing what times they can turn in under basic competitive conditions.  Although there are no placings as such, you end up in a group of very similar levels of ability.  Emily chose to swim in the 25m Breast stroke and 25m Freestyle…  only then delighting all of us by coming first in both!  I have video of the breast stroke event.  Ignore the shouty parents in the background (no idea who they were… must have been shouting for a different Emily, ahem) the look on her face says it all.  The best bit was until I told her she had no idea she’d come first.  She was more interested in telling us that she was smiling all the way.  the video is a little hard to make out at the start.  She is in lane three, wearing a bright orange swim suit and yellow cap.

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stevie0712Day 2 of our Rotorua trip saw us diverging for the morning, with Generations X and Z taking to the water in a swim/kayak combo and Mum and Dad sticking to dry land to go for a stroll along the edge of Lake Okareka.

We launched the kayak into a safe swimming area and I slipped into my favourite rubber outfit to swim alongside all three girls as they paddled along the shore.

It’s always a lovely change to swim in freshwater because it tastes so much better than the sea!  We made our way slowly along sticking close to the shore as there were water ski boats in the middle of the lake.  All up I did just under 1.5km out and back in glorious sunshine and beautiful surroundings – there’s not much better.

After retrieving the kayak, Em and I mucked around on the platform a bit, then we headed back to the house.  Emily couldn’t get that little jetty out of her head and we didn’t know if we’d get another chance , so we diverted that way before going back for lunch.  See the sequences of pictures below of Emily lobbing herself off the jetty with great delight.

The afternoon was a trip around The Buried Village – a fascinating if slightly uncoordinated place.  The story is fascinating and very sobering for ones such as ourselves who live on a volcanic field – the splitting open of an 8km long mountain and subsequent devastation of the surrounding area.  The exhibits are a mixture, but special mention need to go to the excavated huts, showing how deep the ash fell and a row of trees that grew from fence posts set in the ground!  Sadly they got too large so now it’s a row of tree stumps but the effect is still there.  There is also a rather nice little waterfall.


Welcome to Sunday morning at Lake Okareka!

Welcome to Sunday morning at Lake Okareka!

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Despite driving fast he couldn't shake his tail

Despite driving fast he couldn’t shake his tail

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Swimming took a new direction this summer.  A bunch of like minded fish-types from the evening swim class I use decided to join up on Sundays for an open water swim somewhere.  We usually swim somewhere on the East Coast Bays, starting around 8:30am and swimming for about an hour.

I’ve been gradually building my distance at these swims.  The first one I did, I think I probably did about 1.5km, having to turn back after a bit to ensure I didn’t get myself stranded.  Gradually the distances have pushed up as I’ve been able to keep up with the group more or less.

A few weeks ago I managed to get up to just under 3km which was the distance I swam during the harbour crossing, when I suffered terribly from cramp.  And that became a bit of a psychological barrier, which has haunted me since November.

Well I’m really pleased that I’ve managed to bury that demon well and truly with the swim I did at the weekend.  Starting at Milford Beach we were aiming for Mairangi Bay Surf Club.  I wasn’t sure of the exact distance but was aware it was over 3km.  the conditions were perfect, hardly any wind, blue skies and the air and sea temperature were lovely.

So we set off heading for a reef marker to ensure we avoided some shallow rocks off Castor Bay point.  Once we were all out to the reef marker we chose a good landmark (a big Douglas Fir on Murray’s Bay point) and set off.  Swimming about 100m off shore we made steady progress.  My mind wandered all over the place during the swim, but I managed to keep a pretty good course and chipped away at the distance.  Towards the end I could feel my legs going into what I call ‘pre-cramp’ stage.  This is where I can feel cramp knocking at the door, but it’s not quite there yet.  I know that if I have to do anything sudden or unusually strenuous or awkward my calves will go solid instantly.

But amazingly it didn’t happen.  I closed down the last few hundred meters and kept heading for the surf club building and eventually found the beach.  We didn’t take note of the exact time but it was around 1h20m.

When I measured it online later in the day I was fairly astounded and somewhat delighted that I’d done somewhere in the region of 3.7km!  I’d absolutely smashed my previous best distance and time.

It’s fair to say that I was a bit chuffed.

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Summer at Last

Well what a summer it hasn’t been.  It seems like it’s taken so long for the rain to go and for us to have some reliable hot weather.  I have a couple of photos of a flooded camp ground to add at a later point in time… until then I’ve included some photo’s of our first camping trip to Raglan.

We passed through Raglan briefly earlier in the year, but it was mid-winter and we had to enjoy the beach wearing waterproofs and wooly hats.  This time we had the weather and a fine reason to go – birthday celebration!  A friend of ours had clocked up another year so a bunch of families all decamped to Raglan for the weekend.

It’s only a couple of hours from Auckland and I’d argue easier to get to than the Coromandel, on the opposite coast.  Being west coast it does mean the beaches can be a bit more serious and Raglan is known as a fine surfing destination.

Being west coast it’s also black sand – which gets everywhere!  Lucy in particular appears to be a magnet for black sand.  She was so utterly filthy within a few minutes of getting out of the car.  No matter what we tried she’d be coated again within minutes of being cleaned.  We gave up.

Raglan town is a surfy, arty, laid back place, although you can feel a little like a walking dollar sign wandering around the interesting craft and clothes shops.  Some shop keepers are friendly without being pushy, but others put on the hard sell when you walk through the door.  All minor stuff though – it’s a lovely place in general.

On the Saturday we played on the fantastic jumping pillow in the morning then went into town for lunch.  We sat by the river watching the local kids jumping off a small wharf into the fast running estuary below.  It took some getting used to watching these guys fling themselves around.  After while you started to get a sense for how they were watching out for each other and how instinctive their feel of the water was.

The footbridge between the town and camp ground crosses the estuary and is a magnet for hot kids on sunny days wanting to cool off.  About five meters or so above the water, it doesn’t look to high from a distance, but when you look out over the edge it seems higher.  I think it must be listed in a tourist guide as a ‘must-do’ type activity based on the number of people there.  Although it was tempting to cool off in the water, none of us were tempted to leap into it from several meters up!

Instead we headed back to the camp ground and the beach which runs alongside the estuary.  At high tide there’s a nice chunk of beach and a safe swimming area.  The kids mucked about on body boards and we ended up making a huge sand construction.  By we I mean me and the kids, whilst the other adults were relaxing in the sun.

We checked out the surf beach on Sunday morning, but only stayed for a quick play.  Ice cream was calling and we headed to town to treat the kids to a Kapiti Ice Cream tub and the adults to some nice coffees.

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Some people are just never satisfied are they?  Having decided that I wasn’t going to enter the Harbour Crossing this year, I caved in to text message pressure from the organisers to take part just five days before the event.  I was not sure I was fit enough and I didn’t want to enter unless I could better last year’s time.

In the 7 days before the event I’d done two open water swims.  A training run on the previous Sunday morning, covering about 1.6 to 1.7km and an event on Tuesday night covering 1.5km.  Sunday had gone well until I suffered from bad cramp and had to make for shore earlier than planned.  Tuesday I was really pleased with – a time of 26 minutes for the 1.5km.  They did warn us on the night that the course was a little short, but even so I was pleased with that.

So I get a text message wishing me luck (if I’d entered) and letting me know there were still places (if I hadn’t) and mentioning that it was a really good weather forecast.  So I caved in and decided I’d feel really let out if I didn’t at least try.

Yesterday it looked like the forecast was just plain wrong.  By the middle of the afternoon it was overcast and starting to rain.  Not what I’d ordered…  I picked up my race pack from a very congested Copthorne Hotel in Auckland.  It was looking like I was in for a long wait, but was very lucky because the line for my bib number (silly name really because you don’t wear a bib…) was almost empty.  So I skipped past the queues and after grabbing my pack, picked up a new pair of goggles at the SwimT3 stand. I love these guys.  I bought my wetsuit from them two years ago and they took such care helping fit it and get me setup for my ocean swimming in New Zealand.  And do they take advantage of being at the race pack pick-up by edging prices up a little?  No, in fact they applied a 10% discount across everything instead…

So what about the race?  Well the weather cleared and the morning was glorious.  I was sat on the deck at 7am eating porridge listening to the birds in the trees that were feeling not a breath of wind on their leaves.  I could picture the harbour – in it’s gentle, mill-pond like state, beckoning 1300 eager swimmers into it. 

After being dropped off it was clear that it was going to be a nice day, although the water conditions turned out to be not quite so mill-pond like.  As with last year the start is done in waves based on estimated time.  I was in the fourth wave this year, hoping to improve on last year’s time.  Only a minute apart I was soon following the rest of the pack around Bayswater Marina and out into the harbour.  It was all feeling good.  I was very pleased with my stroke and felt like I was making good progress.

I had real trouble sighting the first buoy so I just headed towards the pack ahead and kept going in roughly the right direction.  I got course corrected by a lifeguard after 15 minutes or so because I was drifting to far towards the bridge and away from the set course.  I picked a new landmark and pressed on.

It’s amazing how for the majority of the race there is no-one around you.  In a pack of 1300 people you’d think it would be all thrashing arms and legs.  Far from it, for the majority of the crossing I was on my own (maybe something to do with my erratic navigation).  I felt like I was doing really well as I approached the last buoy in the the open water, I’d even started to pick up some other swimmers.

It was somewhere around this point – about 30 minutes from finishing maybe – that someone swam over me.  Not a big deal, they just clipped my legs and it happens.  However, I tensed up and my reaction caused both my thighs to cramp up horribly.   I took a few minutes to slow down and do some different kicking to swim through it and cleared the cramp.  But now I had a problem.  The other muscles in my legs decided to join the party.  So if I tried to put on any power through my arms, I’d have to kick to stabilise with my legs and one after another my calf would go, then I’d clear it, then an ankle, then the other calf.  For the remainder of the swim I was concentrating purely on kicking out whatever cramp had just hit.  I’m pretty sure it crucified my pace for that last section and as I approached the steps I was actually a little worried that I might not be able to stand as I left the water.

The last section of the race is through the newly refurbished part of the the viaduct harbour and it makes a great end to the race.  You swim under the new opening bridge and round to some new steps that lead down from the refurbished Wynyard quarter area and make a great place to finish and to spectate.

I didn’t even see the clock because my legs were so sore as I managed to stand and hobble over the finish line.

In the end I did finish ahead of last years time.  Only by a minute or so by the clock time, but last year’s course was shorter.  So if you adjust the time to make it a fair comparison my time this year of 1:27:56 was about four minutes faster than last year’s adjusted 1:31:42.

So I’m delighted I went for it.  I’m delighted I beat last year’s time.  I would have preferred to hit somewhere around the 1:10:00 mark and who knows, without the navigation and cramp blunders I would have been nearer to it.  But they are all part of the event.  So for another year that’s the harbour crossed.  Whenever I look out at the stretch of water between Bayswater marina and the viaduct harbour I feel very very satisfied.

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