I went to sleep last night with the goal of waking up early for a 5:30am swim; we planned to watch the sun rise and the full moon set over the Golden Gate Bridge. I managed to wake up, but when I looked out the window, I saw nothing but clouds.

So I sent a message to my swim pals letting them know that I was going back to sleep.

Miraculously, I did go back to sleep and when I woke up a couple of hours later, I decided I would swim with the 8 o’clock swimmers. But then I forgot how time worked. My brain blipped and I thought it made sense to leave at 8:15 for an 8:00 swim. Needless to say, there were no swimmers to join when I made it to the Albany bulb. 

So I had a solo swim, which turned out to be lovely. I stuck my head down and had my first solid, rigorous swim since developing this annoying cold. It felt good. The water churned below me; energetic waves bumping me along.

I kept thinking I would run into the 8 o’clock swimmers out in the water, but I never did, and by the time I got back in, they were already gone.