When my alarm went off this morning, I really did not want to get up. I laid in bed for a while trying to think of a good excuse to sleep in, but couldn't find one. Finally, I got out of bed and headed out to GSL.
I got to the marina a little later than usual and saw Gords' car in the parking lot. I didn't see him inside so I figured he must have gone ahead (I was about 15 minutes late after all...). When I got out of my car, I looked out to the furthest red buoy and saw him swimming towards it.
I got in the water and started swimming out of the marina. I wanted to just take it easy this morning, but my arms felt like lead the whole way down to Black Rock and I couldn't get in a good rhythm. I was already in kind of a bad mood because I wanted to sleep in and struggling on the first mile was not helping my attitude.
I got an email from Steve Spencer about a DVD of the Great Salt Lake Open Water Swim that his family had made. On the way down to Black Rock, I was thinking that it would be cool if someone made a short documentary about swimming in the Great Salt Lake, kind of a "then and now" kind of thing.
I stopped for a drink at Black Rock. There is a porta potty out there now! I don't know if it will be permanent or if it was left over from an event, but it would be kind of cool if they left it out there. As I looked back towards the marina, I saw Gords making his way down the Gridley Straight. We crossed paths, but neither of us stopped.