When I tell people that I’m going to be swimming in the Hudson River, they all have the same reaction. It’s a mix of disgust, shock, and pity. Some follow it up with worry for my physical health. Most people have a story of how a friend of theirs fell/jumped into the river and came out reeking of stale garbage and used condoms. Nevertheless, it’s going to be home for 20-30 minutes on the morning of July 18th. I’ve lived in Jersey my entire life. I know what the Hudson is. Luckily for me, after that mile long swim, I’ve got 25 miles of biking and then 6 miles of running to get through. Smelling or being fresh is not something that was going to happen anyway. I’m going to be dirtier than a frat house after freshman orientation. As a warning to all, if you make it out race day, I am going to hug you. I am going to get as much grime as possible on you. With that said, I hope you all forget about this notification and show up in 5 months.
Seriously guys, they tell me it’s not that bad.
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