Angie and I joined the 8 o’clocks today, but we were a little late and they were already heading into the water when we arrived. We raced to catch up with them; a hopeless task, but it kept us working hard.
The water was calmer than it’s been, nearly silky, but not quite. My arms felt tired as I windmilled them through the water, trying to keep up with Angie. She looks like the most leisurely swimmer on the water—head up, tootling along— but it’s as if she has a little motor secretly attached to her body.
It was a morning for working hard and staying focused and I barely took any pictures or fully appreciated my surroundings. I guess some days are like that.