I didn’t do fantastically well at the first Grimsey’s Adult Swimfit (the open water clinic) I attended a few weeks ago. Although I did survive it -and the jellyfish stings – and the only way to get better at swimming in the ocean is to do more of it. Which seems terribly unfair, if I’m honest.
The main point I clung to was that even though it was horribly hard work, I did better with Grimsey than I ever would or could do on my own.
So the day after the Bribie Island Triathlon, while I was still on a high from not drowning or getting eaten by a shark in the Bribie passage, I signed up for the next clinic, due to take place this morning.
And last weekend we heard the awful news that Fiji was suffering through a deadly cyclone.
Seemingly unrelated, these events. But no.
Since Wednesday the TV and radio news have been excitedly reporting that the colossal winds in Fiji were eventually going to have an effect on our own island paradise. The main message was that the Eastern seaboard of Queensland should expect to experience freak waves and rip-tides all of this weekend. Beaches would be closed. Surfers from all over the world were scrambling to fly in to Queensland and tackle the deadly waves.
Surfers are so weird.
Indeed, yesterday morning I awoke to strong gusty winds that blew all our doors shut and dried my washing in 0.3 seconds. I quietly panicked all day, wondering whether Grimsey has a mother who hounds him about not doing unsafe things, or whether I should get my own mother to ring him. Until finally at 7.00pm I received an email and text message from Coach Grimsey – the session was cancelled.
So, today would be a bike ride kind of day instead. Continue reading