I’m writing this from Portland, Oregon, but I started the day with a solo swim at the Albany Bulb in the darkness of morning. It’s a little spooky being alone at the bulb in the dark, but once I was in the water, I felt safely invisible. It was as cold as yesterday (54), but… Read More Solo Swim in the Dark (Day 308)
I arrived late for the 7 o’clock swimmers this morning, but as soon as I saw the glassy water, pink from the blush of sunrise still tinging the sky, I was very happy to be having a solo swim. After yesterday’s big swim, I wasn’t feeling the need to work too hard and the beauty… Read More Birdwatching (Day 290)
A busy morning kept me from my morning swim and so I thought it would be a perfect day to go out with one of the regular Keller Beach groups. On my previous trips to Keller, I’ve mostly been with Sheila, Arwen, or Angie (except for this last full moon swim—but even then I just… Read More Sunny Solo Swim at Keller (Day 287)
A busy morning and day kept me away from the bay until late afternoon when I finally got to hop into the water. Because I was alone, I opted for the Berkeley Marina where there are always people on the water. Too many people sometimes: I stood on the dock, the wind whipping and watched… Read More Solo Afternoon Swim (Day 269)
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… Read More Solo Swim (Day 223)
After opting (wimping?) out yesterday, I was determined to return to La Jolla Shores today and face my fears of ocean waves. Kathleen’s husband, Mike, who arrived at the reunion a couple of days ago and joined Kathleen and me on our morning swim excursions, promised to help me navigate the surf. It was another… Read More La Jolla Shores #2 (Day 167)
I woke up uncharacteristically late today and it discombobulated me; threw my plans into disarray. I ended up heading down to the Albany Bulb by myself at 7:30—a group had gone in at 7 and another was going in at 8, but there I was betwixt and between. Part of me was looking forward to… Read More Monkey Mind (Day 140)
After a busy weekend at the Bay Area Book Festival, I was ready to sleep in this morning. I purposefully made no swimming plans and thought I’d just wake up whenever I woke up and swim whenever it worked out to swim. As anyone who knows me will not be the slightest bit surprised to… Read More Coyote Morning (Day 129)
Early mornings are for the birds. The sanderlings foraging in the sand until they rise up in unison and swoop into the sky, first one direction and then the next; white wings catching the early morning light. A squadron of pelicans hunting, scoping, focused on the water and then hovering before falling into a dive… Read More For the Birds (Day 113)
COVID sucks and it was another solo swim for me this morning (those two statements are related). After more than a week of this, it’s become routine. I stir awake while it’s still dark, wonder what time it is, and when I turn over and look at the clock it’s always 5:20 or 5:13 or,… Read More Another Solo Swim (Day 108)
Jenny Swimming 