Once again, a quick recap: NYC’s Department of Parks & Recreation has a contest—if you swim 25 miles before August 30th you win a tshirt. I’m in the home stretch to get that tshirt. On Tuesday I hit 20 miles and I have two and a half more weeks. Piece of cake. Must put together a list of nice rewards for myself.
I wrote that yesterday. Today I have completely run out of steam and wonder if I’ll be able to swim even one more mile. The contest was fun at first but in the end I wonder if it was a good idea. It feels like a burden now. It has even taken the fun out of swimming. I used to go back and forth, changing my stroke with each lap because each stroke is fun. Now I just do freestyle because that’s the fastest and I need to get a lot of laps in. I think I’ll be glad I did it in the end, but I don’t think I’ll do it next year.
Another picture taken from a bus, of my city of gold. That sounds like a line from Mark Helprin’s Winter’s Tale, a book I love.