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The MIMS 2013 Debacle and a Second Chance #MIMSQuiet
If you read my post from the evening of June 7th, you know I was gearing up to swim the 28.5 miles around Manhattan the next morning. But if that’s the last you heard (I never claimed to be good at posting regularly!) you may not know that I did not make it all the … Continue reading
Preparing to Swim Manhattan; Lessons from a Winter of Chlorine
Tomorrow I will swim around the island of Manhattan. It is 28.5 miles, and if I make it all the way around, it will be the furthest I have ever swum in one go. I am pretty excited about it. I have written about why I am drawn to this swim; I am inspired by … Continue reading
on the Shoulders of Swimmers
Humans (and proto-humans) may have been running long distances for the last two million years, but swimming far is a modern pursuit. Shoulders often fatigue and become injured when put through the demands of long-distance open water swimming, but can we blame them? How long have humans been swimming this over-head “freestyle” anyway? Shoulder problems … Continue reading
on the Shoulders of Swimmers — Boatloads of Advice
I started experiencing shoulder pain in the fall of 2010, and just assumed it was due to stroke mechanics. (You can read more about my personal experience, including my surgery and post-op complications HERE.) When, by August 2011, the pain had gotten significantly worse, I sent out an email requesting advice from my local open water … Continue reading
Darkness and Light: a 6-hour swim attempt (Malta post 3 of 3)
This is a post about attempting a six-hour swim in 15°C Mediterranean waters. Much of the post takes place inside my head. The first two paragraphs are repeated from the end of the last post, Systematic Breakdown of Body, Mind, and Limits (Malta post 2 of 3) DAY THREE Tuesday was the only day for … Continue reading
About Me
I learned to swim as a wee one from my dad, who didn't really swim himself, but was tall enough and encouraging enough to send me back and forth to the side of a pool. There were also the terrifyingly wonderful trips on his shoulders out into crashing ocean surf, which instilled in me a fear and respect for the rising and falling, tempestuous beast, on whom he repeatedly admonished us kids to never, ever turn our backs. Read more...
Throw Me In The Ocean 