Karen writes: Wild water

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Waiting for the tide to come in enough to allow a decent sort of swim...I don't like paddling with the crabs and stingrays...I watched the wind come up with concern.  By mid afternoon I didn't dare wait any longer, and got into the wetsuit and headed over the road.   There weren't many people on the beach, for a summer Saturday that is saying something about the weather.   In the water, the waves were hitting me straight in the face, I couldn't see past the walls of water, and it felt like I was swimming twice as hard to get anywhere at all.  I wanted to get out, and promised myself...just to the trig, just to the wharf, just to the rock, just to the trees...then I can walk back along the beach.  But I got to the end of the beach, and turned around and the waves washed me home, that's what swimming should be like!   It was still only half of what I should have done, but it wasn't pleasant, and if there isnt any pleasure in training at all, where is the point to it? 

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