Our round-trip relay swim to the Farallon Islands is a mere 12 hours away. A 60 mile adventure through one of the most treacherous stretches of water imaginable this will surely be an incredible experience. I am deeply honored to be a part of this historic swim alongside a group of swimmers I am proud to call my good friends.
Gazing at the Golden Gate Bridge (our designated starting point) from my bedroom window, an excited nervousness swirls inside. I can hardly sit still. Everything is packed, and there is nothing more for me to do except relax. But this is not easy. All week I have challenged myself with tapering and relaxing. Work has been a welcomed distraction, but upon reflection I realize that I may have appeared like a caged animal, or worse, a heroin addict waiting for another hit.
For anyone who has been in this magical part of the ocean you probably know what I am talking about. This sport makes people do strange things.