What Have I Gotten Myself Into?

I can't ride a bike.

I can't run.

Hell, I can't even walk normally.

But I can swim.

Badly.

But I can swim.

I have crap technique. I don't know the difference between a "catch" and a "scultina" (I think I ate one of those one time in Mauritius!).

I'm not allowed to kick.

I can't push off the wall.

I swim with a float between my legs.

(Enough with the snickering already!)

But I can swim—with my arms.

And, because I'm clinically insane, I have registered for the Great Chesapeake Bay Swim.


4.4 miles (as the crow flies). The problem is...the crows don't fly there. It's not going to be 4.4 miles. The current will see to that!

What have I gotten myself into?

I'm about to embark on a grand adventure. I have six months to prepare.

I'm going to need every one of those days...