Summed up in haiku form:
White water, couldn't
see and missed all the feed boats.
Drank the Bay instead.
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| These are the bridges. I swam out to in between them and kept swimming until the bridges ended. This year I learned that swimming becomes more difficult than normal when the waves are larger than you. |
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| It is extra important to keep one's sense of humor intact. It is also part of my pre-race strategy to maximally perplex my competitors. |
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| This is almost the end. Fueled by all the salt water and diesel I ingested, I am attempting the slowest sprint ever in the history of open water swimming to pass that slacker who's water walking the rest of the way. |
