With waves pounding as hard and fast as explosions in a Stallone flick, I jumped into the Atlantic and took nearly 5 minutes to swim out 50 meters! A friend of mine wasn’t so lucky: he got slammed into another swimmer and broke his nose and wrenched his shoulder. My awesome wife fared better. After half an hour, I finally made it back to shore, exhausted but happy to be done and running toward my bike. The last two legs of the race were simple by comparisons: 14 miles of cycling and a 5k run. Next weekend, we’re doing a half-marathon. Keep moving forward!
