one month, two and a half months
One month from today, my dad and I will swim from Alcatraz to Aquatic Park, San Francisco. I’m not quite as ready as I want to be, but I’m feeling pretty okay about it.
Because I’m a dreamer and after writing this (most of it accomplished in one day, without pain) I’m a little inspired to try the San Francisco Triathlon at Treasure Island in the sprint distance. As Saturday proved, I could probably do the cycling and swimming now. The running I may never be able to do, however, due to lingering knee-bone injuries. Maybe I should just plan on walking it. Or maybe I should just not do it.