Letting the cat out of the bag...

For the last 5 months I’ve been diligently training for a solo swim. And, for the last 5 months, I’ve been quietly insisting on pinkie-swearing everyone to secrecy. Yes, PINKIE-SWEARING adults (close friends and family were exempt from this ritual).

As my anticipation and excitement for the swim has grown, so has my list of pinkie-swearers.  Not even VIPs have been exempt. Especially CEOs and Olympic swimmers. Yup. Each and every one has been pinkie-sworn to secrecy.

I've tried to keep it a secret. I've really tried. This swim is so special to me for many, many, reasons and I wanted to keep it close to my heart.

I'll never forget the moment I told my 92 year old (almost 93!) Grandfather that I'm coming home to swim the Cook Strait. And I'll never ever forget his reply. I’ll carry those words with me in my heart as I swim.

So I’m excited. I'm really, REALLY excited. And, through this journey, what I’m realizing is that sometimes, SOMETIMES, it’s okay to ask for help - to ask for support.

So… with that, the proverbial cat is out of the bag.

To paraphrase the words of Diana Nyad: “I CAN swim the Cook Strait. And I WILL swim the Cook Strait.”