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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…
Hi there, This month at The Water’s Edge, I’m inviting us to tune into Connection. Connection to your body.Connection to the water.Connection to the people and practices that help you stay with what matters — especially in this time when things feel uncertain, chaotic, and messy. Rather than fixing or pushing, February is about re-establishing contact and noticing what changes when you stay in relationship with your swimming — and yourself. Inside The Water’s Edge, you’ll find weekly polls…
Am I trying to prove something? In my last note, I hinted at a swim that’s been tugging at me. It’s not just about finishing something I started—it’s about revisiting what it means to give myself permission. Despite being a lifelong swimmer, adapting to open water hasn’t come easily for me. I remember a time when I just wanted to get out of open water. I was terrified—of what was underneath, of what I couldn’t see, of the unknown. First, it was fear. Then it was performance. For a long time,…
Do you feel like you’re doing the same thing over and over? I do. With my little swimmers, and my adult swimmers. Humming. Lobster. Books. Spearfish. Streamline. Whale fin. Wing. Over and over and over. But that’s the point. Each time we do it again is a chance to notice something new. To let the body feel a little more. To choose presence over performance. Each stroke becomes an opportunity to meet the moment, rather than rush through it. But in life, I forget. I want instant results. And…
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…
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…