I’ve never run a marathon, and quite frankly, I never plan to. But I think I’m starting to get an idea of what those final miles feel like.
When I found myself in the wildly tossing Atlantic ocean and circling between me and the sandy bottom was a literal sharknado, my first thought was to jump back in the boat as fast as my snazzy yellow flippers would carry me.
Do you ever get the feeling you are the walking embodiment of disaster? Cause I do.
So there I was, thigh-deep in chill-inducing river water, with my sky blue kayak, my beautiful Ellie Sparrow, staring mournfully back up at me from a foot beneath the surface.
My kayak is sky blue. Can I let you in on a little secret? I’ve only actually kayaked once in my life. Another secret? I have one of those obsessive compulsive personalities. Like not medical OCD, but definitely obsessive, fixated, single-minded, somewhat compulsive, and often impulsive. If I get an idea in my head I… Continue reading Hello world, it’s me, the Captain