|Yep, I'm feeling manic.|
My adventure today consisted of a trip to the store to get essential supplies (eggs, butter, bread, and cheese) and then back to the room for a beer and perhaps another nap.
|The King of Beers|
I finally got to sleep at 5am after tossing and turning all night. When I could smell the swim coming up, I couldn't muster the enthusiasm to sleep. I was going over details in my head, getting my swim brain ready for the long haul. At roughly midnight, I got the call that today would be blown out. No swim! Ugh. If my previous post sounded negative then good - precisely what I was feeling. I didn't drift into a funk but I felt the euphoria of pre-swim (same as the euphoria pre-climb, pre-summit, pre-anything grueling) dissipate to just a nervous energy to get things in order. That post euphoric sensation lead to a night of restless card-playing on my tablet. I'm mastering Cribbage. My cousin will be happy about that update, right Kev?
When I woke up this morning (only morning in California at 2pm local time in the UK), I received a call from my pilot Neil Streeter. He was upbeat as usual. Great guy. He asked me how I was doing and I said "OK" but ready to swim, then, he laid out the plan. It appears that there is a rather large front blowing in later today through tomorrow. Thursday and Friday may work. So here is the tentative plan: Thursday morning is iffy, Thursday afternoon maybe, Friday morning maybe, and from then on it is anyone's guess. Just hearing a plan gave me another spark. I know today is off and I can have a few pints, laze around the room, and then enjoy a fine meal later tonight. Should be fun just taking the day off. Tomorrow, I will get back into the harbor for a swim even if it is choppy and nasty. Bring on the chop! You heard it here first. I may swim either Thursday or Friday. Keep your fingers crossed.
The extra time to prepare for my swim is actually a blessing. If we pushed off today, I fear my feeding setup would have been a mess. I just unpacked all my gear and realized the retrieval lines were all tangled and my bottles needed a bit of tape to reinforce the retrieval cord connection. All in all, I am at peace. One beer into the afternoon - it is difficult not to be at peace.
OK, enough for now. See you all (virtually) tomorrow for an update after my swim.