Hanging in There
HANGING IN THERE Even in a wetsuit the water was so friggin’ cold—54 degrees—that I almost quit before I’d begun. Fog also filled my entire panorama: I could barely see the first buoy I needed to swim to; and the furthest one—the one I’d have to go round before I could return to the beach—I couldn’t see at all. Still after five minutes, I’d somewhat acclimated to the ocean cold and decided I could hang in there for the rest of the swim. This was the Morro Bay Sprint Triathlon last Sunday: 1/2-mile ocean swim; 13-mile bike ride; 3-1/2-mile run....