I watched the sun rise from Lake Monona this morning. Not from the shore, but actually in the lake. Forty others swam in the lake with me. The sun sparkled a deep red as it cleared the trees and quickly dove behind the low morning clouds. It was the same as when you open your eyes to wake up, but then hit the snooze and quickly pull the covers over your eyes. It didn't want to be up either.
About halfway through the swim, I stopped in the water to wave to Kris. (You can see our apartment window from the water.) There was no response, so I knew she was probably still in bed. I thought, "That'd be nice; to be back in bed. But this isn't so bad. Would I really want be somewhere else?" I smiled to myself. Deep down I knew the answer: If I have to be up, it might as well be right where I am, swimming the same course I will be attacking with 2,000 others in two and a half weeks. It's going to be fun.
T-Minus 18 days...