The Vortex.

In the days, hours, minutes and seconds leading up to my swim day, time accelerated and seemed to slip through my fingertips like sand. I had no control over it’s swift passing. I wanted to freeze time. I wished for the chance to press the proverbial pause button. Not because I was dreading my swim. Rather, I wanted to squeeze every last drop of the excitement and build up that made me feel so alive. But there was no pausing, no going back; the clock was ticking. Like fast-forward frames in a movie, everything was punctuated in short bursts.  And in what seemed like a blink of an eye, it was time to go to the boat.

As I reflect on this experience, it’s difficult to adequately describe my tremendous excitement, giddiness, and anxiety going into this swim. Fueled by adrenalin, these feelings would periodically swirl fiercely within me like a tornado, collecting every piece of emotion in its trail and condensing it into the vortex.  I don’t think I’ve ever felt so alive as during the final hours leading up to a swim…