Well, I have to say I wasn't looking forward to getting in the water. 4 days without swimming with a cold, and then a short session at USF with a sore back was hardly the preparation I was looking for. And then life goes and throws you a glorious swim with the sun coming up, just to show you how wrong you were. The sharp crescent moon gave in to a tropical juice cocktail sunrise, with the masted ships and the San Francisco skyline doing that black silhouette thing against a light sky. Lovely.
Diesel was chugging away, Bill slept in, but Paoli and Jeff were there, and John Walker appeared from nowhere half-way through the swim. We floated down the outside of the breakwater on a calm but powerful flood, and then inched our way back up the wall. John and I did a cove for respectability, and then it was to the sauna.
Bobby Roper took a day off, and is preparing for the handball event Friday/Saturday/Sunday, so I will have to work something else out for a long swim on Saturday.
Looking forward to Anita Rock on Sunday
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