Around the time I turned 40, I decided to join a triathlon club.
To give you some perspective on this decision, my parents still tell the story of when, as a young child, I ran into a pool, sank to the bottom and sat there until my frantic Mom pulled me out.
While, I’m guessing there’s a bit of hyperbole in this story, one thing is true: I am NOT a natural born swimmer.
But I was determined. I bought a neon yellow swim cap so the boats could see me in the water. Every Friday morning at 6am, my swim buddy Christine and I, practiced in the Intracoastal waterway along Wrightsville Beach in North Carolina.
Now, I’m not sure if you’ve ever had the opportunity to swim a distance in the ocean. If you have, then you know that I couldn’t see anything. At all! It was dark and sometimes things touched me. I was not okay with this! In my mind every bump was a shark–but again I was determined.
My mantra became “Safety Bubble.”
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