Deep in my inmost being, I knew that Tampa Bay was not going to be what it was projected to be. In the days up to the swim, I felt that I would be surprised if I ended up swimming the entire course from the Magnuson Hotel to Ben T. Davis Beach.
I attributed this ‘knowing’ to self-doubt. I ascribed it to nerves. I thought that I was faithless and lacked confidence. When I stole a quiet moment to myself before the swim, I battled for understanding of what was yet unknown. I could find no words to complete a reasonable explanation for the gnawing suspicion that things would not be the way they were intended.
Rather than dwell on it and worry, I put the feeling to good use and was certain to check and double-check things. My gear, my rest, my nutrition, my hydration; anything I could possibly think of to have at 100%, I did. I reassured myself that I was supposed to come here, for this. I positioned myself to continue forward and to be ready for whatever happened. I would arrive ready.
I would be ready.