I woke up for swim 9, which was back around Sandycove, when there was a knock on my door. My lower back was killing me. I lay there thinking. What I really wanted out of this trip was to swim as much as I could safely and to complete the 6-hour so that I can have all my paperwork completed for the Channel. When I sat up and was just so sore, I decided I really shouldn’t try it. I told Sarah I wasn’t going to come swim that morning. I was going to go back to sleep and see if my back just needed a break from the swimming and the sighting and all of that.
Score one for maturity, I thought to myself as I lay back down.
Swim 10 – The Speckled Door
That evening we swam from a Pub called The Speckled Door to Sandycove Island. It’s about a 5 km swim. We almost missed the swim, because a group of us had been out playing on a sail boat all day. I had never been sailing before! What a treat! The fellow who took us was one of the first swimmers to swim around Sandycove and to create the club. He’s a grandfather now and still swims at Sandycove all year long; even in the winter! He was a great guy. I loved listening to his stories!
At one point, while we were all on the sailboat talking about swimming and distances and the Channel and all of that; the conversation drifted to ‘firsts.’ See, there is so much water, and there are so few distance swimmers, there’s a good chance that you could be the first to do something.
As I listened, though, I thought to myself that I didn’t really want to be first. Not really. I want to go home. After the Channel, I want to go home. I love it! And I love the adventure… but I don’t want it to be everything; I want to go home. To Vermont. And I want to build a pool in Rutland. I want to teach kids how to swim. I want to contribute something worthwhile to that community.
I guess I do want to be first: the first person to build an aquatic center in Rutland, Vermont. That’s what I want. Read more