“Scream out to the moonshine with the stars in my eyes,
Think back twenty years to the days gone by.
Second thoughts may bring me down a bit,
But I cannot resist that genuine risk.”
– Genuine Risk, Rick Redington and the Luv
It is, after all, and at the end of the day… extremely simple.
All I have to do is swim.
From one side of Tampa Bay…
…to the other?
I get to swim all day long! All day long!
What if the weather is bad?
I get to swim all day!
What if something happens to the boat?
I am going all the way to Florida! To swim!
What if there are sea creatures?
It’s 24 miles and will take me 12-14 hours probably! Bliss!
What if I get injured?
Did I mention that it’s saltwater? I get to swim in the SEA!
What if I can’t make it?
I can’t think of anything better!
What if something happens to my crew?
I wonder if I will see any dolphins?
What if I get sick?
What if my boat captain is ridiculously handsome and distracting!
What if my boat captain is ridiculously handsome and distracting?
All day in the sea!
What will I look like when I finish?
Swimming. All day. In the sea.
What if something goes wrong with my feed?
I just love swimming!
What if I forget something?
I just love the sea!
What if I swim too slow?
What about the sun and the temperature of the water and the chance of thunderstorms and the wind and the other boats and the other swimmers and the boat and the radios and the Plan B and cancelling the swim and trying again and the travel and losing luggage and forgetting my driver’s license and getting lost and my shoulders and the rest of me and the saltwater rubbing my skin off and the swim sanctioned swim caps falling off my ginormous head and the kayak falling off the car and the tens of thousands of opportunities that any 24 mile swim could ever possibly go wrong?
All of that stuff?
Well, I just don’t really worry about that.
I come as prepared as any person ever can be to swim so far. Is there potential for something to go wrong? Sure! Logistics aside, the whole thing is already a genuine risk. But in my heart, I have resolved to be fearless.
It’s all very, very simple: All I have to do is swim.
And swim. And swim. And keep swimming. And not stop. Not unless somebody has to stop me. What an opportunity! To get to swim all day in the sea! All day long. I can’t think of anything better.
And keep swimming.
And not stop.
Not until the sand is beneath my feet on the other side.
That’s all. It’s all very simple.
Until the sand is beneath my feet.
“Second thoughts may bring me down a bit,
but I cannot resist that genuine risk.”