Myth #2: “I was attacked by a shark during a triathlon swim.” If you were attacked and bitten by a shark while doing a triathlon ocean swim- tell us.\
I think that I’ve told this story here before, but let me blast the myth…
Daytona Beach in 1985 I believe, and I was 3/4 through the swim off the front by about 100yds, with about 500 to go. Someone startet to hit my feet, you know the annoying swimmer that keeps swimming up onto you, but then it dawned on me, I was OFF THE FRONT!!!. I stopped and did a little backstroke, and then WHAM!!! I got hit in the back, and the life/death flicks began to start rolling. I saw the shark now coming straight at me, and I began to move my hands back and forth, getting ready to land the hardest punch of my life on its snout.
Being a lifeguard, that was the one thing that we were told to do just in case, sensitive spot I guess. My luck it was a hammerhead, probably didn’t have a sensitive snout, but I didn’t know any of this yet. I just knew some fish was trying to make lunch out of me. My brain went into overdrive and the processing speed would make todays fastest computer look like a calculator from the 60’s… What it did was determine that sprinting the 500 to shore was fruitless, too far, and who of us outswims anything that lives in the ocean, and also just gives excitment to the prey to chase. Can’t just sit there like a sitting duck and hope to make it to the 10th round with this guy, so my gambling instincts took over. It’s all about odds baby, so I swam back to the chase group of 5 and planted myself in the middle of them. Give the shark a choice, 1 out of 6 is a lot better than 1 out of 1, and hope he eats off the edges, and not the middle. The chase group of course had no idea what I was doing, and in the final leg to the shore the shark did attack two other swimmers.
Mike Garcia, an old great pro from those days and I got out of the water together, and he screamed at me that a shark had rammed him, and I said “No shit, why do you think I swam backwards to you guys?” WE were like soldiers in a battle that just ended, major adreneline rush, fear of immenent death, then it’s over. Only thing was, that we had two more legs of a race to do. We kind of jogged to the bikes together, and I could tell he was thinking the same thing as I was, so glad to just be on solid ground and alive, really wanted to go to a bar, get drunk, and talk about it, but there was that pesky race in front of us… SO we got on our bikes and finished the race, one of us won, and the other second, but for the life of me I can’t remember who…
Afterwards we found out that some fishermen had caught some hammerheads in that exact area a few days prior, so it was a breeding ground, or just their hangout area. Apparently they are territorial like most animals, and they ram their prey unconcious, before going in for the real bite, glad I didn’t play possum out there…Most likely was that we were just invading their space, and they/it were just giving some friendly ramming warnings, hard to know the mind of a shark at that moment… I believe that Wendy Ingrahm was the other swimmer that was hit that also, must have been one of her first races too…
I can blast the other myth too, 83’ Ironman, 50+ mph crosswinds, but just remembering this story makes me want to go get a beer and relax now…