Yesterday I slept all of 2 minutes, knowing that I had to wake up before the sun rise to make it down to the waterfront.
It was Alcatraz swim day.
Alas, a mammoth storm intervened, turning the water into a roiling rapid of white caps, and the swim was canceled.
Note photo above. All the swimmers arrived thinking, “What storm?” The water looked so calm and the sky, while layered in a patchwork of clouds, didn’t appear all that gloomy. But the organizers have put on this circus before, and they apparently know what they’re doing.
A half hour, forty-five minutes later, at the exact moment were were supposed to be in the water, the storm came and the Bay turned into a waterwheel of movement.
Today, however, the organizers believe the weather is looking much better, and they want to try again. I slept much, much better: 5 minutes.
I’ll let you know how it goes …