And bitter cold. Even your blisters have
blisters. But soon you’re cutting  a straight line through the glassy
water. Your lungs are burning. Your muscles stretched. Your legs on
fire. You push through the pain, the elements, the icy backsplash.
Calmly chasing a perfect swing of synchronized motion.

There are no timeouts, no halftimes and no do-overs. This isn’t just your passion.

It’s your way of life.