The disappointment of exiting the ocean yesterday, after 42 hours of once again attempting to swim from Cuba to Florida, weighs heavily on my heart.
The first go was 1978, as a prime-time athlete, age 28. Unpredicted fierce winds whipped up and blew us west.
Perhaps ironically, that time spent...
(4) Comments | Posted April 30, 2013 | 8:13 AM