I swam at the beach about 2:30 PM today for a total of 18-19 minutes; and it kicked my butt! The ocean is angry, a little less angry than yesterday, with a chop up to 4 feet. Today the chop was up to 3 feet but I think instead of steady, constant nonsensical swimming, the swim today was an unpredictable tossing about in the chop. I did get out farther through the surf, stopping half-way between the bathrooms and the Pier end. This was for safety today; yesterday it was because I didn't have the fitness to swim around in the rough water.
Did I say the water was rough? Yesterday it was difficult to get a breathing system going but today I decided to swim south because I could breathe on the left and make some progress. I got tired after a little bit and did an arc into the sand. I hit the sand at the pink vacation hotel and the Tyson Street park.
I have a swimming fault that I don't look up much before I enter the surf and while I go through the surf. This afternoon a big, crazy wave just smashed me good and ground me up. I actually got a scare in me. Oh well, I am what I am, as Popeye said. Warm water, about 68 degrees.
"The first time you quit is the last time you try."
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