The weather - winds and waves - are so bad that this second trip to Dover in a month is a wasted trip...
Failed IQ Test
So, it is official. I have failed the IQ test. Saturday night is my 35th high school reunion. But instead of spending the evening enjoying the company of old friends on the northern California coast (I am a Pacifican), I am taking the redeye from Philly to London to attempt to close some unfinished business with the English Channel. Swim window 24th- 27th.
Update to the Update
Thank you all for the kind words. Sorry about all the missing words in my update – I was pretty tired, but no excuses. I just looked at the GPS tracker on the website… and now I am even more bummed. If you look at the “points” and not the numbers, you can see that I actually passed the furthest point of land.
First, please let me thank everyone for all their kind and good wishes. I can’t believe how many people followed along. I am truly blessed. Thank you. Second, I apologize for taking so long to provide an update. This is a very hard update to provide. I am a result oriented person, so please don’t anything take here as an excuse. I did not make it. I got about as close as you can without making. But this is one of those binary type of things – success is not measured by being close. You make it or you don’t. Since there aren’t pool walls out there to measure your distance, I had divided the swim into 5 stages: England inter-costal 10,200 yards, shipping lane 8,100y, Separation zone 2,100 y, shipping lane 10,200 y, French inter-coastal 6,300 y. My training couldn’t have been better. I held right at 2 miles per hour through the second shipping lane (stage 4). In my head I thought I had it. My teammates are all asleep right, so I can’t confirm, but they told me that I hit Stage 5 at exactly 9 hours. Which means, keeping pace, I should have easily broken 11 hours – which would have been a great time for me. Like I said, I thought I had it. But then I hit a current coming straight at me that was also doing about 2 miles an hour. I made almost no progress for the next few hours. With it being a swim that started at 4pm and the last of the sun was seen at 8, it was a much colder swim than it would have during the day. During those hours of making little progress, my head felt very aware. I was getting bummed, but my arms were holding up and I was able to think okay. But I was becoming less responsive to the crew and my teammates. I had told the captain that goal number 1 was to be sure I came back alive. He takes his job seriously and his goal number 1 is the same. He ordered me out of the water. I argued with him (something you are not supposed to do - you risk a live-time ban to try again). But I followed his order.
First Post This site is simple and will stay that way. There are many people to whom I owe thanks. I would like to start with thanking the "Crew" - Steve Smith of San Francisco, Santi Minguela of Madrid, Jim Morrison of Atlanta and Steve Smith of Dover (who is a member of the Half Century Club). These people are going to be my life line by bouncing around on a boat in the open sea for hours - only able to move at a slow swimmer's pace. You have to admire their toughness.