Time moves in circles How can the same 24 hours feel so incredibly long? Yesterday had 24. The day before too. But now—on the eve of my 50-mile swim—time moves slowly, each moment stretched… Here I sit, exactly 24 hours before we head to the dock to set out for my 50-mile swim. I know this moment will never happen again—no moment ever will—but this one feels particularly poignant. The last few weeks have been vacation hours: soaking up the big city of Boston, then maritime meanderings in…

Hi there, If you’ve been curious about joining The Water’s Edge, this is a great moment to dip your toes in. Our community is growing stronger and more connected—and we’d love to have you with us! Here’s what’s happening this month inside the membership: Flow Prone Bonus Call – Tomorrow!Are you familiar with the state of presence, ease, and full engagement known as flow? In this special session we’ll review the flow cycle and explore the internal and external conditions that make the flow…

Come As You Are—The Water Will Meet You For kids, trust in the water often comes more naturally—or returns quickly once they’re reminded. They play. They explore. They discover that the water holds them. They’re less likely to overthink. And quicker to just feel. Adults carry more. Expectations. Self-judgment. Past experiences. The desire to do it right. But real progress in swimming—and in life—rarely comes from control.It comes from letting go. Trust doesn’t always feel like…

I’ve been noticing something lately. In my own head, the pieces of my work feel deeply connected — my own swimming, the coaching I do, the stories I’ve gathered through my podcast, and what I write about each week. But I’ve realized that from the outside, these can look scattered across different places, serving different purposes. So I’m making a small but meaningful shift in where my longer reflections live. Starting this week, I’m publishing on Substack — where my podcast, Stories from the…

What is “hard”? The current subtly pushed us past each of the 12 bridges between Sellwood and St. John down 17km of the Willamette River, while the wind made the kayakers WORK. The contrast created lumpy water—each breath needing to be quick and precisely timed to get air instead of water. Sometimes you’d get water, spit it out, and try again. Dynamic. That’s the word that came to mind, watching my kayaker dig with each stroke—getting pushed back at every 30-minute feed, then fighting to get…

The art of trusting your limits. After I sent yesterday’s email about my own hesitation to turn the shower to cold, a few people responded. One person shared they look forward to cold showers, and another said they’ve done them for so long that a shower feels incomplete without a cold burst at the end. Thank you for sharing—these responses made me feel part of something! And then someone else wrote about a different kind of moment. They had a swim practice scheduled—something they usually…