It’s 7:45 a.m. on Wednesday, August 10. I arrive with my team at the North Cove Marina, where Erika and Mayra are already with their respective teams. Erika surprises me; she is barely 20

I’m nine weeks away from attempting to swim twice around Manhattan. The path has been less glamorous or interesting than the one I followed before many of my previous swims. The day and time

On Friday I turned 63. Of all the times that my birthday has fallen on Holy Week, such as this year, the only one I remember is that of 1965. On that occasion, my

Mental health is moving on to something else. Jean Allouch[1] To everyone who accompanied me on this journey: First it was the vomiting. From early in the swim, I started having trouble retaining the

As with many special things, this began with something that was not planned: an invitation from Jaime Delgado to meditate on the 31st in the morning. I agreed, and after completing my fitness homework,