I plowed forward, joining the turbulent wake in a sea of bobbing white-capped swimmers. Limbs ripped through our briny bath, and the salted water seeped under my not-fog-proof goggles. With poor eyesight and no glasses, the silicon-covered heads surrounding me were my breadcrumbs to stay the course.
Sharks and Flying Bikes Couldn’t Stop My Triathlon
Susan Nicolai, writer, Ripples Feel Good Stories