Whilst the wind was raging in the night it seemed to be a lot calmer this morning; not gone, just calmer.
In view of the possible crazy sea conditions the arch was alive with testosterone. About 30% busier than usual and boasts of “I’ll swim around the pier, I’ll dive of the steps, I am the greatest etc etc. Now last year I would have just gone along and dived in and braved it out, but this year I have a more cautious side to me; not always it has to be said, but certainly sometimes. The thing is that when you are in a dangerous sport such as sea swimming your ability changes from day to day dependent on you; be it your physical state, your health, whether you’re tired or not, stressed or not. You really must listen to how you are feeling on the day; this is something I didn’t do last year and I found myself frequently in positions of fairly extreme danger and wondering how the hell I was going to get out of it. So this year I have been listening more to how I am on the day and then swimming according to that. This morning for example as the testosterone was building in the arch the challenges being laid down I calmly put on my goggles and hat and swam the other way! Big Bob and I left the “men” to swim around the pier and we once again headed West against the tide, but not too far out, just a few metres out from the end of the donut groin.
The sea was full of swells and some of the waves were seriously big, real bondi beach surf waves. Getting in and getting out was a
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