Nineteen days without my dip in the beach was a protracted stretch of misery. I missed my salt water therapy.
I'm writing this Thursday, but this blog is about yesterday's swim on the 6th. I wasn't physically up to the swim but I had gotten to feeling so crummy that I forced myself. The buoyancy is an immense help, anyway. I drove down and put on my suit. The beach was at a very low tide with choppy 2-3 foot waves. About a dozen surfers. That water was COLD to me yesterday! Part of it was the time interval since having swum, but part was that it was plain cold: 54-55 degrees.
I couldn't kick very much and it took me 31 minutes to get around the pier. My goggles stayed fogged over with the cold. No current either way. The small waves were pounding though, one after another with hardly any interval. I froze until 14 minutes into the swim, when I got used to it, sorta'. Good swim.
"The first time you quit is the last time you try."
