I was confident, ready and eager to go. Somewhere out there, 24 miles away and to the left of as far as the eye can see lay my destiny. Conditions were just warmer than i would have preferred. The water (74f - 80f) was very warm for me, sunny skies (90f) meant sun burning and tough conditions for my crew and slight breeze meant choppy waves.
|Map of my course using Goggle Earth. Start at the bottom lower left (beach picture taken here), 15.61 miles away is where I retired and past that under two bridges way up top the finish at 24 miles|
However after a short time my right should began to hurt in the arm pit when I pulled my hand out of the water to bring it forward. As the two feed stops (ever 30 minutes) came and went it got worse. At my scheduled feed stop 30 minutes later it was no fun, stabbing sharp pain. I recall thinking to myself that I would work it around, swim some breast or backstroke maybe its a cramp? So I asked for 3 Advil, drank my food and water and went back it. I struggled and out of fear of really hurting myself pulled the plug. When I called it, my stroke rate was down to 40. for some perspective, I was cruising along at 50-52 per minute consistently which for me is a strong tempo. I usually take 5-6 cycles (both arms) per 25 yard pool so I swim pretty efficiently. I was 7.5 hours at this point.
Getting the arm checked is paramount. I took more Advil and iced my arm for the rest of the evening. The next day was pretty sore but only in these muscles. honestly other than this incident I felt great. I don't feel endurance training was a factor. I had no other issues, feeds were just fine, felt great, peeing regularly (don't laugh this is really important as it tell's you if your body is processing the lactic acid in your muscles), oatmeal and mouthwash worked just fine and could have easily finished both mentally and physically.
Disappointing as it is was stopping was the smart thing to do. I learned a lot and had a great time with my dad and that's the real point.