Katie
Brooks, 2012 24 Mile Tampa Bay Swimmer
By Jen Baker
Imagine
the heartbreak of training for months for a very challenging 24-mile ocean
swim, only to have it be cancelled by the Coast Guard after 6 hours and 25
minutes due to lightening, about 7 miles from your goal! Earlier this year two
What is
your swimming background? Have you done marathon swims before?
I started swimming competitively when I was
7 for the Jackson County Swim Team in Sylva North
You
tackled one of the longest organized open water swim races in the US/world - why?
When I started coaching swimming, a new
world of competition opened up for me. I
started meeting adults who continued to race in masters swimming and
triathlons. Frank Kriegler,
the parent of one of my swimmers, started getting into the pool during practice
to train for the Tampa Bay Swim Marathon.
I was very impressed by the distance he swam and how many hours he spent
in the water. He swam the race last year
and came back to tell us all about it.
He was humble, but I could tell how much of a feat it really was.
I started thinking about swimming in the ocean
and then crossing the finish line but I thought I didn’t have the time or the
need to race again. About a half a year
later I started dating
I told Alan, the Asheville Swim Club head
coach, about it and he said he would swim the marathon with me. I wanted to get back in shape and have a goal
that I could work towards. I knew I had
people supporting me and that I could share the adventure with
What
kind of mental/physical training took place? What was your hardest and
longest practice? How did you prepare for the open water challenges (water
temp, current, sharks)?
I knew I needed to have someone to train
with and I was excited that Alan would swim the race with me. He is a great coach and he wrote the workouts
for us. Because I knew Alan was going to
be there, it was easier to get up in the morning and head to the pool. We shared the pool with a swimmer who was
swimming to stay in shape. Most days it
was just three of us in the pool. I
trained for 4 months before the race. I
swam 2-3 hours during the morning for 5 days a week. At each practice I swam from 6,000-10,000
yards. The longest workout was 5 hours
long and we swam a little over 10 miles.
I think the hardest part was getting used to swimming similar long
workouts every practice. For instance we
did 72 x 100s freestyle on 1:35. It was
exciting to see how quickly I got in shape and swam at a faster pace each
week.
Previously, I had raced only a few times in
open water. The longest time I swam
before this race was 10 miles in a pool so I didn’t know how I was going to
handle the bay. I knew the water temperature
would be warm enough and when it was within the week of the race I checked water
temperatures online. To prepare for what
I had not experienced before, I spoke with some coaches and people who have
raced the marathon in
Please
describe the race.
As soon as Austin and I arrived at our
hotel in
I immediately asked him if I could come on
board because I was so scared of sharks.
He was surprised but luckily he let us aboard and drove us back to the
docks. I was shaking about how close I
was to a shark and I couldn’t imagine getting back in the water. After talking to the locals, I found out that
it was just a bad time to get in the water.
Sharks are out hunting and feeding that late in the day. They told me I should be fine during the
race. During the meeting about the race,
they mentioned that there might be a storm and to not be surprised if they
pulled the plug during the race. I did
not sleep well because of the shark, the butterflies, and the storm, however,
when I woke up that Saturday morning I didn’t have any worries and I was
excited to swim.
For the race I was required to have a motor
boat and a support crew. They had a
radio and stayed in touch with the race coordinator throughout the day. Max was my captain and I met him at his boat
at 6:30 to give him all of my food, camera, and towels. Then I went to the beach to meet Alan to put
on our 100+ SPF sun block. We were solid
white from head to toe. Austin went off
about a 100 yards in his kayak and I saw Max about half a mile out from the
beach. The other swimmers were older
than I was and they had a lot of encouraging words. I trusted them because of their experience
and I was in awe of how calm they were.
I waded out in the water with Alan and the
countdown began. I made sure to wipe off
my goggles because they were foggy with sunscreen. When the gun went off my heart was racing but
I was focused. The sun started to come
up and I could see how choppy the water was but I knew I couldn’t control the
water so I just surged forward. Austin
and my boat were having a hard time staying next to me because of the waves and
current. I knew that for two miles I
would have to swim against the current but at the point I would do a 180 and
swim with the current. My first goal
was to get around the point. I thought I
could do it in about an hour but the waves were only growing. I stayed with Alan because I felt more
comfortable having someone in the water with me. He was having trouble with his goggles
because of the sunscreen. I tried to
take my time and not worry about the other swimmers but my anxiety grew as
their boats became smaller and smaller.
After about 2 hours of fighting the waves,
Max shouted that we were almost around the corner. I was disappointed that it had taken that
long and I thought that there was a chance that I would not finish the race in
time. We were only given 13 hours to
finish the race. I was really
discouraged and already tired but then the waves started to feel calmer and I
found a rhythm that allowed me to swim faster.
There were times I was swimming in only 3
feet of water and I combed through seaweed and itched from sea lice. My neck and shoulders hurt from trying to
look where I was going. I wish I had
felt comfortable swimming with my head down for miles and miles, but I stopped
a lot to check where I was. I should
have trusted Austin and Max more and let them guide me, but I couldn’t resist
checking my location. Finally I forced
myself to keep my head down for at least 500 strokes at a time. I stopped to take a drink of Gatorade or eat
some snickers every half hour. Austin
was always cheerful and encouraging even when he was tired and freezing from
the wind and water. One time I was
almost crying because I was combing through seaweed and I was scared about what
was underneath me when a fish jumped and hit me in the head and tumbled back
into the water in front of me. I was
startled and then realized I must have scared him and the realization of how
big and scary I was to the fish made Austin and I laugh. He reminded me that I wanted to do this
adventure and it didn’t matter how long it took. I was going to finish.
The waves started pushing me forward so
that I was making up time. The best part
of the race was when Max shouted to me that I had swum over 12 miles and it
only had taken about 4.5 hours. I was
elated to have swum half of the marathon and the image of crossing the finish
line became clearer in my head. The only
issue was my shoulder. I felt in shape
enough to finish. However, I could
barely take a stroke because of the pain in my shoulder. Around hour 6 I started only swimming with my
right arm. The left shoulder felt like
it was swollen and there were shooting pains throughout the whole arm. It was frustrating because I knew I was in
shape to swim that far but my shoulder was slowing me down. It was becoming harder and harder to handle
the idea that I could be in the water for another 5 hours.
I started to make smaller goals. I knew that I was at the end of the pack so I
decided to focus on racing. I passed a
couple of swimmers but it turns out that they had to quit because their boat
ran aground. Alan was about a mile ahead
so I tried to put my head down and catch up.
It was a pain I had never felt before in my shoulder but I tried to see
the success in how far I was swimming. I
had studied the map of the bay the night before and I was happy to see that I
was passing some landmarks. If I could
make it to the bridge then I would be home free. Just as I was building myself up to get ready
to swim hard until I made it to Alan or the bridge, Austin paddled over to me
and simply said, “It’s over. They called
the race. We need to get in the boat and
head for shore.” I instantly felt
relief. Then as I grabbed on to the boat
I could barely pull myself on board and I was overcome with disappointment that
it was over. I wish I had sped up to try
to cover more distance but the sky was only grey with no sign of threat. As soon as I was on the boat I could see the
storm in the distance. Max was all
business as we quickly headed to shore.
I’m glad that it was a big storm and not just a few claps of thunder
that ended the race. I understood as the
winds were howling that we needed to be on land.
I was disappointed that the race was over
and I would not cross the finish line but I tried to not let it ruin my day and
I wanted Austin and the crew to know how appreciative I was for their help. They told me how much of accomplishment 17
miles is but I couldn’t feel proud of myself at that moment because I had not
accomplished my goal. The storm kept us from going to the after
race party and even after talking about the race with Alan and the other
swimmers; I never felt a sense of closure.
I remember a towel wrapped around me, sitting still on the boat and
looking across the bay. I couldn’t see
the finish line at all. Even though I
had worked for months and the day was finally there, the finish line seemed so
far away. Now I try to look at the
marathon as an experience and not a race.
I tried something totally new and out of my comfort zone and I did not
give up.
What's
next?
I don’t regret swimming the race because I
started a new life with that race. I
have entered in a few more races since and have sprinted across the finish
line. They are all much shorter and
mostly running. I started running
because I am interested in doing some triathlons. My friend, Austin, and I were part of a relay
for a triathlon at Lake James. I swam the
750 Meter swim. I knew that my marathon
experience helped me because even though I had not swam there before, I had the
confidence to dive in and take on whatever laid beyond those buoys.
Our relay came in first and we had a lot of
fun, but as I saw the first woman cross the finish line, I started to dream
about doing a triathlon on my own. Of
course, Austin is encouraging me to try the Ironman. One day I may try the world-renowned race
because over the last year I have realized that you shouldn’t limit
yourself. Even if you haven’t pictured
it all of your life, a dream can pop out of nowhere and through the marathon
swim I came to believe that I can try anything.
Austin and I just bought our first road
bikes and I hope to enter a triathlon soon.
I’m not sure if I will do another long distance swim again. I hope I can finally find closure with my
marathon but I may not find closure until I try that race again. I’m happy to be working towards a new
goal. Through training for the marathon,
I realized that to be my happiest and healthiest, I need to work out and stay
active. I’m excited with all of the possibilities
of these races. They take me to places I
have never been before.