And bitter cold. Even your blisters have blisters. But soon you’re cutting a straight line through the glassy water. Your lungs are burning. Your muscles stretched. Your legs on fire. You push through the pain, the elements, the icy backsplash. Calmly chasing a perfect swing of synchronized motion.
There are no timeouts, no halftimes and no do-overs. This isn’t just your passion.
It’s your way of life.