We are all on journeys, point A to point B, but it’s hardly ever linear. Like a poorly programmed GPS we can be directionless without a destination, and most importantly without a reality check of where we are. For me each day I reset in the morning, a stock-take of where I am, arm myself with positive intent, and push off into the day. The beach, my crew, the crash of waves in the dark, nature all around, community all around, all stop my brain from over thinking, and in the present I start again.
At 6am we stare north, dark lines of foam, and a crashing of this morning’s pulses onto the sandbanks. We talk of life’s milestones and witness a number today. Our coach counts hours, changes focus, and we can’t keep the smile off his face. We all pile in the water, and remember to swim. As the sun comes up, the swell builds and off the cranes, there’s merriment to be had. A weekend of celebration awaits, and our group will come and go over the week ahead to pass a milestone together.
A good turn out for the FFF today. Post Cole blues? or tentative swimmers after a night of rain? Ranting about measuring swim suits in the old days, and some rather disturbing revelations about Simon’s kitchen activities. The swell kept building as the sun came up (didn’t see it though), and we swam and paced as the rain came gloriously down on our heads.
Buy the sky and sell the sky and lift your arms up to the sky
Feathers hit the ground before the weight can leave the air
Thanks for the swim and coffee Team! Remember don’t let your true love run cold!
Baby Spice & Rusty the Fish
Say. It. Out. Loud. 🫶
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