There’s something about being there that makes me think that one day I might do it. The mass start. All that camaraderie.
Then I watch them swim down the Lee and notice how as their legs look a lot browner than the rest of their body. In fact, there are times when you can’t see their bodies under the water at all.
No, I took my chance at an open water swim in Manly when the water was clear blue and 22 degrees. And don’t give me all that about wet suits either. I’m soft when it comes to cold water and I’m quite prepared to admit to it.
I’m not a totally lost cause. There may be a time you see me down at Sandy Cove. There are a couple of people trying to wear me down into getting in down there. Roll on Global Warming.
Fair play to all the swimmers today (and to the spectators who braved the rain).
