Throw Me In The Ocean
Gozo
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
Systematic breakdown of body, mind, and limits (Malta post 2 of 3)
From Sunday to Tuesday, deep and dark inner recesses of my mind were discovered and battled with, my body (shoulders, elbows, knees, skin and mouth) was wrecked, and my limits were very seriously tested… About the Malta posts My trip to Malta with SwimTrek was an experience unlike any other. It is covered in three … Continue reading
Flew to Malta, started swimming (Malta post 1 of 3)
Friday evening at 5:30pm I got on a plane to Rome. Sometime Saturday morning I got off that plane, wandered around the Rome airport for a few hours, and then boarded another plane, this time to the tiny island country of Malta, just south of Sicily. Sometime Friday afternoon I wandered off a plane in … 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 