Chris, meanwhile, is a Senior Director at Google's DeepMind where he leads teams in Information Quality, Media Integrity, DeepFakes, Cheapfakes, VFX Tech, AR/VR, Human Pose and Face Analysius & Synthesis with launches in Google Search, Ads, T&S, YouTube, DayDream, Phots, JigSaw and other product areas.
Sophie, meanwhile, pursues her career as a serious gumshoe journalist when not doing stand-up work at the London comedy clubs.
As for Simon, he invests in the climate transition and is active in climate policy and the geopolitics of energy. He chairs the Octopus Energy Climate Ventures Advisory Board and, before that, was a vc (founder, Fidelity Ventures and Generation) and the CFO of a startup from business plan to $1bn IPO. Simon's books include 'Terror Vanquished - The Italian Approach to Defeating Terrorism' and the Center for American Progress blueprint for defeating violent white nationalist extremists. He was Chair of the Foreign Policy for America in Washington D.C. and now chairs the board of the Center for Countering Digital Hate.
Sonnet and I arrive in Paris in time to meet Eitan and his wonderful friend Fleur for the pre-marathon carbo-heavy dinner and to see the David Hockney paintings at the FLV in Bois de Boulogne. We visit Guy and Jeanine in the 7e joined by Marshall and Veronique who is a trustee of the Centre Pompidou and on the acquisitions committee.
In real time, Sonnet proof reads her book on Elsa Schiaparelli that will accompany the 2026 exhibition; Eitan continues his work at Legal Aid and prepares for interviews with law firms; Madeleine works for October Films researching serial killers and other compelling subject matter.
Sonnet a natural in el lay (July this year).
In 2018 Sonnet did a Fellowship at the LA County Museum of Art (LACMA). During this time she lived in Venice Beach, joined by Madeleine and Madeleine's friend Willoughby (ages, 16) who had never been out of the UK let alone the West Coast. The two of them enjoyed un-parented days of skateboarding and surfing for an endless California summer.
We stay at the Prosper Hotel complete with sun-soaked rooftop pool and bikini bar.
And what a swim. From the git go there were the icons - The Brooklyn Bridge ! The Williamsburg Bridge! The Manhattan Bridge! - within the first hour. Then the Empire State and the Chrysler building and the United Nations. Eventually things string out on the Harlem River (NB NYC resides in a tidal estuary and the East River and Harlem River are tidal and not rivers) while 15 of the 20 bridges cross here. Finally the mighty Hudson's flow brings me home, ending beside Wall Street lit-up like a 100-story Christmas candle.
Sonnet, Kate, Brad and Deborah follow me around the island, notably at the Washington Bridge connecting NY to New Jersey where they hoot and holler from the little red light house. Then, 8 hours and 30 minutes later, Sunday Midnight/ Monday morning, it is over. Sonnet and I find a strictly saw-dust-on-the-floor and cheerful Irish pub for a Guinness and an intimate celebration.
Me and the cut man at the Little Odessa boardwalk, pre swim
I met Barney in Maida Value, W9, the neighbourhood of our second flat, in 1999. Barney had completed his B.S. at Stanford (Symbolic Systems) and Ph.D. at Cambridge in computer science and AI.
And what does one do with such credentials ? Work at NASA, of course, where he was the Software Architect on the Remote Agent, the first s/w agent to fly onboard a deep space probe during NASA's Deep Space One Mission, and widely considered one of the top achievements in the history of AI and awarded NASA's "software of the year" in 1999.
From there, Barney founded PowerSet, a neural networking application, backed by Peter Thiel's Founders Fund, and sold to Microsoft becoming Microsoft Bing. A fellow has to make some money in his 20s, afterall.
Barney has gone on to found and fund over 200 AI-related start-ups in SV. We frequently see each other, and I am always refreshed by his ideas. Back in the day we agreed to form a venture firm together but that would have required my relocating to the Bay Area, which Sonnet and I were not ready to do then.
I can't not reflect on time-gone-by given I met Ant in 1999 at eZoka.com, my ill fated Internet 1.0 start-up (and what a ride). Before eZoka, Anthony was a host at the original Soho House, swagging with celebrities and models, before it became a global phenom w venues in Manhattan's meat packing district assuring the meat packers could go somewhere else to pack their meat. Repeat in other cities. Today Anthony lives in North London, has a daughter and an owner of a bar-inventory management company. As far as it goes, I would describe his lifestyle as "alternative".
Speaking of alternative, I meet Andy at the party who owns the club and two others in similar edgy-cool locations. I'm intrigued and wonder, at 58, if there is yet a few late nights left in me ? I tried, last year, with Madeleine, then at Manchester University, to go clubbing until sunrise yet, despite her willingness to engage - combined with an open bar tab for her friends - I was done by 1pm.
Mitch nearly bonked on Day-One taking 17 hours to cross The Channel and, admitted by him - it was touch and go.
The beginning of the summer started in the South of France as Sonnet took a break from her Elsa Schiaparelli exhibition, which opens in March 2026; from there I went to Spain to meet my coach and two Croatia camp friends to swim the Straight of Gibraltar, which did not happen due to wind and sea swell. Instead, we hung out in Tarifa, which is not a bad place to hang out, with perfect sunshine and Morocco in plain sight.
Gibraltar, while an Oceans Seven swim, is only nine miles - less than 4 hours of swimming. Instead, it was to be a warm-up for the Manhattan Twenty Bridges, a 29 miler circumnavigating the Manhattan island.
Well, my question answered by Callum Hudson-Odoi who Eitan defended in the 2014 Surrey Cup Under-13s final when Hampton School defeated Whitgift on the last of the PKs in the most thrilling football match I have watched to this day. Callum, for his part, went on to play for Chelsea and now the resurgent Nottingham Forest where he plays 'winger' and has scored five goals this season, so far, including the Saturday winner against Manchester City.
Eitan recalls the Surrey Cup when Hampton's strategy to staff two defenders on Callum who seemed to barely to notice the inconvenience. I recall a kid who was slippery as an eel and as sure footed as anyone I had seen on the pitch at age-13. He read the field perfectly and always in the right place to set up the action or to make a strike.
Now, interviewed after the Man City match, I observe a thoughtful young man who gives credit for the game-winner to the team-mate who set up the angle. Callum is football at its best.
I am there solo last night for Wonderhorse and, better, the opening act HighSchool recommended by Christian and seen together with him, Sonnet, Madeleine, Eitan, Flora, uncle Anthony and Dylan & Fred from the Surely Knots at OMEARA, a club in SE1 with maybe a couple hundred people last year October. Both bands formed in 2022 and coming up, deservedly, big.
A first-generation Mexican American, Vasquez represents a predominantly hispanic community who tend towards anti-choice and anti-immigration (a reality is that first generation immigrants are the most aggressive on closing the borders) and a hard patch to till for a Democrat.
Eitan briefs Gabe on existing and potential financial supporters, their profile, and how to stimulate an investment in the campaign. Less than 30 days to the elections, Vasquez has out-fundraised Herrell by c 2:1, which is promising, but certainly no assurance of victory.
While sitting in the sunshine drinking coffee outside our Oslo hotel I spot Erling Haaland who is in town for the Norway v Austria Eurocup qualifier the day before where Haaland hits the winning goal in the 80th minute on Norway's 2-1 victory. Given Haaland is a world top-3 active player alongside Messi and MBappe, he was generous with his attention while informing he felt poorly for Eitan's love of Manchester United (Haarland plays for Manchester City).
Below, the route I took from England to France. Across the top, from Dover to the separation zone, the tide was gentle and I was on a true course to Calais. A hard Southeast tide, on the second half of the swim, carried the Viking Princess II past Cap Gris Nez and added maybe file miles to the 22 mile crossing.
Dear all
I am slowly posting the Channel notes, all 43 of them, into one place on my blog. And here it is.
Have a mighty summer.
Jeff
Other than feeling like a fire truck hit me, I am mostly thinking, wow - did that just happen ? and then: I am glad that I am not swimming the Channel today. Or tomorrow. And likely again.
But the swim : 3:15am wake-up alarm, 4am meet-and-greet the pilot, ECA observer and Nils (Red Top coach) at the boat, 4:15am chug out of the harbour to a pebbly beach below a chalky cliff, slide into the sea (cold ! salty!), 5am start swimming.
The pre-sunrise water ghoulish and my goggles fill instantly and keep filling. Fuck. The heaviness of the swim made worse by the Dover Cliffs which never disappear no mater how far I go. This btw mirrored the second-half when the French coast stuck in place as I fly, parallel to the shoreline, on a strong tide eventually past Cap Gris-Nez missing the sandy Calais beaches before eventually landing on a rocky edge (NB I had to swim hard to reach France unaware of the potential drama of being swept back into the Channel and missing a beachhead altogether).
On the up, the sunshine on my back was divine, I had an amazing crew, and the Channel mostly flat eg perfect conditions. Interestingly, to me, when I switched to a higher-tempo stroke to counter the tide I could no long hold a thought, nor sing a tune, and the swimming rhythm became meditative causing a trippy perception of time speeding up, noted from the programmed 30-minute hydration/nutrition feeds, which started to feel like five minutes apart.
Making the landing a lifetime highlight, yes, triggering a euphoric feeling that has yet to leave me. A feeling that all the effort has been many times rewarded.
I am hopeful that the story will be retold, by me, my family and friends, well into the future, sitting on a sandy beach, looking into a never ending blue horizon.
Thank you, everyone, for your love and support on the Channel "project."
I have felt your presence during morning practices (which seemed like Midnight in January), the Croatia camp (87km in one week), cold water preparation in the SF Bay (down to 10C) and the Thames (to 5C, with a wetsuit) which has powered me through the hardest days (six hour swim ! 5:45 wake up !) and the best days (six hour swim ! 5:45 wake up !).
Your emails, texts and wishes will be on my mind this Sunday.
As it stands now, I will swim the English Channel on Sunday, July 28, early morning UK with the exact start-time TBD. I will update as the swim gets closer.
Soon to meet Goliath.
I am still on the Berkeley High leader board with records for the 500 yard and 200 yard freestyle set in 1985. There have been a few close misses over the years and I am cheering for the times to come down.
BHS swim coach Michael, a Berkeley High graduate around my time, keeps me up to date on the men's program while childhood friend Amanda (my year, '85) does the same for the BHS women as head coach of water polo and, until recently, swim teams.
The work, the swimmers and swim-teams and friends, the communities and the coaches and the race times jumble together. What is clear : it is the journey where the adventure lays rest.
Photo from a 'yellow jackets' swim meet earlier this year in Berkeley.
Below, senior year. The flat-top from local barber Tony who got rich from customer stock tips and retired at 50.
I was going to shave it all for the Northcoast Championships only the finals were the same day as Senior Prom and my girlfriend Malaika was having none of that. Going into Northcoast I was seeded first in the 500 yard and 200 yard freestyle and came in 4th and 6th, respectively.
Well, and here we go, the English Channel season is open with water temperatures at 16C (60.8F). A few awesome swimmers from the Croatia camp have now made it across and also reaching Calais this week is Berkeley High senior Maya Merhige who finished in 11 hours and 39 minutes (no pressure here) making her one of the youngest swimmers to complete the Triple Crown of open water swimming, which includes the Channel, the 20-mile Catalina Channel and the 28.5 miles "20 Bridges" around Manhattan. Maya has one hell of a college essay.
I am indebted to my coaches Tim and Nils at Red Top Swim for focusing my imagination on the English Channel and convincing me that I can do it. Both have swum the Channel and Red Top has successfully taken c 200 swimmers from Dover to Calais. In short, good hands.
I do not train with the club given the Red Top pool is located on other side of London yet I feel Tim and Nils' influence on most things I do in the pool. Specifically, beyond the coaching, they have devised a distance program, including the Croatia camp, and held me accountable; secured the VP2; provided a hydration and nutrition schedule for the crossing and carbo-loading beforehand; and offered encouragement throughout.
Nils, at the bottom of the photo, will be on the boat and is intense. I fear that he is going to make me do 100 push-ups once I reach Calais.
I wore the yellow cap and embedded goggles to age-group and early HS meets concerned that my 'compi' goggles (no longer made) would fill with water from the block-dive. I was aware it was intimidating to the others swimmers.
The picture appeared in b&w in the 1983 Berkeley HS year-book with the singular caption "spider man" and the original photograph lost forever until I visited the newly rebuilt, and modern, Berkeley High School pool several years ago when, there it was, taped to a metal cabinet in the coach's office.
For the Channel crossing to be valid, the English Channel Association dictates a latex cap, pair of goggles and a swim suit not falling below the groyne. Animal fat smeared on the body is optional - some use it, I won't. There will be an official ECA observer on the Viking Princess II to ensure the regulations are met.
Simon, pictured below in the River Thames, I call the 'Pied Piper' as he has 'led', for 20-years, a group of 30 masters who gather weekly to swim in an open bend of the river west of the Teddington Lock so non-tidal.
The group is seasonally agnostic and happy to toil in the pitch dark pre-dawn wintertime, wearing luminescent lights, when the water temperature can drop to below 5C. Wet suits are optional. The comaradarie is obvious from the complaining.
I join Simon and maybe one or two others to head further up the river and back, sometimes as far as five miles.
A comment on water quality : UK rivers struggle from under-investment in infrastructure and lack of care for >20 years. Thames Water faces bankruptcy and will likely be nationalised again soon. Yet, on the up, there are 24/7 monitoring sites for all UK rivers and available apps show most days are clean and green-lit for swimmers (in short: don't river swim after a storm).
A better sign of the river's health : we are joined by a friendly seal checking us out two weeks ago.
Simon is the founder of Outdoor Swimmer magazine, at your local news rack anywhere.
I was (am) a distance swimmer for the simple reason that I was less good at the shorter lengths and other strokes. My freestyle technique, a two-beat crossover, was not pretty and, further, I was a small kid, 5'8", 98 pounds, until Switzerland when I grew three inches in one year.
To compensate for the lack of, well, everything necessary to be fast, I worked and worked and worked. School mornings were two pool hours before class, by myself or with Katie, thanks to Berkeley coach Bill G. who made special workouts for the two of us from age 11, and afternoons with the team. I added weights, chords and stretching to the routine, showing up to workouts early and finishing late. By 9th grade I snuck into the Cal Memorial football stadium to run bleachers (80 rows) before practice and to this day the hardest and most painful thing I have ever done to myself.
There was zero distraction and little teenager angst given the family and community around me. Today I train with a similar group of committed diehards who are often chasing personal objectives beyond PBs or winning.
From today I start tapering, reducing from 37km last week to 20km this week and 10km the next.
Photo from 8th grade:
An athlete changing a sport is a rare thing while there are many swimmers/ races that have reset the high-bar - to name only a few, Mary T Meagher's 200m butterfly WR in 1981 took 20 years to break; Mark Spitz and Michael Phelps of course. Tracy Caulkins was the greatest multiple-stroke competitor of a generation and the marvellous Katie Ledecky still reigns supreme in the distance events.
But here I focus on Dave Berkoff, Harvard '89 (my graduation year and friends with sister Katie, also on the Harvard swim team). Physically unremarkable at 5'10" and 155lbs, his revolutionary backstroke start and turn dove underwater for 35-40m in a 50m pool using a wavelike dolphin kick and streamlined locked arms. It was a novel thing and, Berkoff realised, faster than surface swimming.
Using this technique Dave won NCAAs, US nationals and four Olympic medals and set backstroke WRs across his career. Berkoff's races elicited loud uninterrupted cheers until he popped up to take a breath and stroke or two before the wall then back underwater.
Today most every elite swimmer has strong "underwaters" regardless of the stroke. Fittingly, Dave's daughter Katherine qualified for the Paris Olympics in the 100m backstroke.
Photo of Dave Berkoff from the collection of Carl-Johansson/ Olympedia (1987)
Soviet distance swimmer Vladimir Salnikov was the first person to swim the 1500m under 15 minutes which he did at the 1980 Moscow Olympics with a time of 15:58.27. It was then the equivalent of the mythical four-minute mile or today's two-hour marathon.
I had the below poster of Salnikov pinned to the wall of my bedroom next to back-stroker John Nabor and Cheryl Tiegs. According to Swimming World magazine, Salnikov trained like blood and nails which, in an era of more-distance-is-better, was something I could relate to.
Salnikov dominated the late '70s/ early '80s winning every race he swam (400, 800 and 1500m) accepting once against Californian Jeff Kostoff in 1981 in the USA-USSR "friendship" dual meet. During this time Salnikov bettered 12 world records yet never received broad recognition due to the US boycott of the 1980 Moscow Olympics and the Soviet Union staying away from LA in '84.
Today the 1500m world record is held by China's Sun Yang in 14:31.02 (highly likely doped) while there are six 16 year-olds who have gone under 15 minutes with Turkey's Kuzey Tuncelli finishing the distance in 14:41.90 at the Euro Junior Nationals last week Thursday (July 4).
My best 1500m time was 16:35 at 16 swum in Switzerland.
Vladimir Salnikov under 15 minutes, first time, July 22, 1980.
My junior year of HS (1983-84) was spent in Geneva training with Geneve Natation 1985. To do so, following manoeuvres by the Berkeley Barracudas, my parents and the Swiss national swimming coach (Tony Ulrich), I found myself living with a Swiss family (strictly French speaking) on rue de l'ecole de medecine while Claude, on the counter-exchange, stayed with my family (which btw did not work out as Claude expected Baywatch and got Northern California).
During this time I attended College de Candolle with all my coursework in French, a language that became helpful later in my professional life at Astorg, a French investment firm in the Paris 8e.
The real motivation for the year was, of course, the swimming where I trained with Dano Hallsal who set a world record in the 50m freestyle in 1985; Etienne Dagon who won Switzerland's first Olympics swimming medal, a bronze in the 200m breaststroke; and Theophile and Francois David and Thierry Jacot who competed in the 1984 and 1988 Olympics.
From the right, Theo, Dano and Etienne (I do not know the fourth) at the 1983 Euro Championships.
My training so far (NB I committed to the Channel on December 31, 2023) :
Ours was a swimming family which meant up well before dawn and training in well-lit pools after dark, rain or shine.
My dad enjoyed the morning company since he was on his way to work anyway. Katie, on the other hand, a night owl to this day who persevered on limited sleep through high school and four-years swimming at Harvard (I swam two seasons for Brown). On the car ride to morning practice we counted every stop-light preying for red.
Surprisingly I do not have many age-group photos from the pool or at swimming meets, where we spent most of our weekends, commuting with other swimmers, Moe volunteering as a timer.
Here is Katie, my support team in most things.
The summer following college freshman year I swam with the local club, Little Rhody (eg Rhode Island) at the Brown Aquatics Center, a 50m by 25yd pool too shallow at the competition-end with an odd timber-roof that one could climb on to when one was drunk. Not that one would do so.
Sidebar: unsurprisingly the roof became structurally unsound and torn down in 2010 to make way for one of the best pools I know - the Katherine Moran Coleman Aquatics Center, which opened at Brown in 2012 and is big, deep and fast (racers feel it).
So the summer of 1986 I trained from 6-8am then painted houses until dusk then washed dishes at the upscale restaurant Cafe At Brooks (in the dicey Providence neighbourhood of Fox Point) which was fun since the head chef, Joe, was a RISD graduate with no culinary training. He would look at me and say, straight faced, "this one is coming back."
The waitresses were pretty and we were allowed an after-shift drink at the long brass bar after closing hours. Sometimes Providence mayor Buddy Cianci would drop by to tell stories about Federal Hill or the mob.
For some reason known only to a 19 year old I wanted bleached hair so, after morning practice, I added a lemon juice and salt mixture to my scalp. Below.
Here I am at summer's end painting the stairs of my parent's Berkeley house (Moe informed that my fees to be offset by the rent, a never ending joke between us (of course I paid no rent).
Everyone, or at least most, has their moment of doubt and I feel nothing less for the Channel. 14 hours is a lot of time to spend in a physical activity dreaming whatever comes to mind and struggling undoubtedly with fatigue and doubt. Once I start, there is no turning back accepting for the tides or hypothermia. The rest is mental.
A fair question, then, is why ? A considered answer, why not ? The English Channel is outside my comfort zone at a time (age 57) when the stuff that worries me most is mostly under my control or, at least, I have experienced it before. We will all be 73 one day or already, Ottis Thaning's age when he set the mark for oldest crosser. My body is not the limiting factor (says he).
I have made new friends whose similar journey is inspiring. The goal itself has given meaning beyond the Channel itself.
But, but, but the Channel - I fear the wide-open space and not seeing the shoreline. The fading-out of sea-light to black beneath my gaze. My imagination. Starting in darkness. The true time of a day.
The English Channel is the busiest sea route in the world and the Dover Straight, where I will cross, is the busiest shipping lane on the planet. More than 500 ships pass through the Channel daily including the biggest super tankers longer than the Empire State Building is tall.
To accomplish this, the coast guard uses radar surveillance and operates an IMO adapted Traffic Separation Scheme (eg two traffic lanes for inward and outward bound traffic; rules internationally agreed). Channel VTS is jointly operated jointly by the Dover Maritime Rescue Co-ordination Centre and CROSS Gris Nez in France. In short, the VP II will be visible.
Ultimately my pilot is responsible for ensuring a safety zone of several 100m minimum at all times. There will likely be moments when the large ships change course to avoid our path (tankers travel at 17-24 knots).
As I am now a month from the Channel I will swim one more long week of 40km then Taper down to 20km the week before D Day.
The oil tanker Hamilton Spirit, here in the Channel, is 274m by 48m with GT of 81,384 tons and DTW of 158,769 (image by TeeKay).
The Channel swimmers are now going with the water temperature an accommodating 14-15C at the Dover Strait and a nice heat wave to keep things calm for the while.
Swim-camp pal Paul, age 58, was to attempt the 26-mile Moloka'i Channel (meaning "the state of bones") connecting O'ahu and Moloka'i in Hawaii this week as part of the Oceans 7 only the winds uncooperative so instead he is dong the Bristol Channel as a training run - 16 miles point-to-point and work the next day.
Notably the Bristol Channel has one of the largest tidal ranges in the world, up to 18 meters (43 feet) and today's tide is on the extreme end.
Pictured, Paul at the half-way point of the Bristol Channel (photo from his brother).
The summer of my sophomore year of HS I made the jump from the Barracudas to the Walnut Creek Aquabears in the suburban valley. The squad had c 300 kids covering the age-groups to the older elites who were broken into groups, mine distance, which was gnarly but also respected. I spent the day between practice watching MTV with my new best friends whose silver hair was as bleach-blonde as my own. I fit in perfectly.
The Aquabears' success was driven, in large part, by head coach Mike Troy who was on the cover of Sports Illustrated for winning two gold medals in the '60 Rome Olympics and then a Navy Seal - in short, hard corps.
Mike sat in a fold-out deck chair under a sun umbrella with his clipboard in the baking heat, legs crossed and flip flops dangling from his toes, asserting himself across the 50m pool. He was aware of every swimmer's repeats or at least (more importantly) we thought so.
Mike had his favourites and, on occasion, he would bark out to one of us that we could have "the geek" (his beautifully preserved 1960s Karmann Ghia automobile) for the weekend if a specific time was held during a set. We went nuts.
It was a fast squad with bronzed HS girls and high standards. A combo so compelling that I qualified for my first Junior Nationals in the 1500m at 15.
Mike Troy at Heather Farms Aquatic Complex in Walnut Creek in 1983.
Every day I mark, with a thick black marker, my work. An "X" indicates a rest-day, so March had only two, a month I swam 125.6 kilometres.
Since January I have gained six-kilograms and, when I mentioned it to Coach he asked if my trousers still fit - they do - so it is mostly upper-body muscle. To put it another way, 1kg equals 900ml of muscle mass (1,100ml of fat) so I have added 5.4 litres of muscle volume in six months. The question, then, really, are my shirts, which still fit.
The Viking Princess II, piloted by Reg and Ray Brickell, will take me across the Channel. Reg and Ray are a father-son team who I have yet to meet while their reputation precedes them - they piloted both the men and women Channel record holders, an accomplishment of knowing the tides as much, or more so, than the swimmer's ability.
The Brickells are otherwise all-year fishermen excepting the two-months of the year when guys like me are willing to pay more than the daily catch.
In total, there are seven English Channel Association sanctioned boats chaperoning maybe 60 swimmers (including relays) in a season (NB the only crossing direction allowed is from England to France).
The VP II is a category 2 (NB "2"=60-miles from port or safe harbour) commercial catamaran that can hold a crew of 12. Initially I thought it would be nice to have supporters on the VP II but coach said "no way" as the likely outcome is PTSD from 20 hours of seasickness.
Here is the VP II which may be dragging a swimmer across the Channel.
Since committing to the Channel on December 31, and following a two month ramp-up, I now swim 30-35km a week, six or even seven-days a week, often twice a day, and finding a pool when travelling has become a thing. The laps are now my quiet place.
A staple of the training is a Monday morning set of 8x400m freestyle intervals on a 6:15 clock with a serious crew at the Richmond pool (NB three completed an Ironman on Saturday each finishing top-10 in their age group after the 2.4 mile swim with over 2,000 competitors).
In January, I was unable to make the 400 repeats. By February I finished but under extreme duress. By March I was averaging maybe 10-seconds recovery between intervals and now I can hold 5:45s.
Ron here usually leads the morning sets while I sit at the caboose of the five to seven of us doing the 400s set.
As a wise man once told me, "you always want to feel like you are on an upward slope" which swimming at 56 has certainly been.
Several have commented on what a sweetheart Matt Biondi was at Cal. I recall, on one ocassion, an over-sized dude on a two-wheel mini-bicycle cruising down busy Bancroft Way, knees wide-out, back hunched over and feet barely on the pedals and spinning furiously. Of course Matt on his way to swim practice. Legend.
Today's anticipated nine-mile race in Dover Harbour cancelled, last minute, by the Harbour Master: with winds reaching gale force by 10:00am leading to high swell with the harbour there runs the risk of the safety kayaks not being satisfactory craft for assisting persons in the water.
I aim for better weather from July 26 to August 5 (NB the pilot has the final call on suitable conditions. If No, then it is next year).
Instead of Dover I swim at Shepperton Lake for about three-hours or 10km - 12 loops around and round and round.
Photo of Eitan and me at the lake last summer.
