You can find it kind of more meaningfully in folks who accomplish crazy things recounting their trials.
One guy who swam the English channel like a couple dozen times explained, from memory
…that you have to start at night to avoid freightliners. So you swim toward blackness. And like 4 hours in, youve accidentally drank so much seawater, you’re vomiting. Not sure which way is back to safety. Might as well press on.
And later the sun breaks the sky and it feels like relief even though there’s still no land in sight and your limbs are cramping.
And the feeling of swimming to shore, getting your feet underneath you on solid ground… Addicted. Like speed running a whole emotional lifetime overnight.
Do the hard thing. Take off the guardrails. Press on through the night. The sun will rise. Find solid ground.
You can find it kind of more meaningfully in folks who accomplish crazy things recounting their trials.
One guy who swam the English channel like a couple dozen times explained, from memory
…that you have to start at night to avoid freightliners. So you swim toward blackness. And like 4 hours in, youve accidentally drank so much seawater, you’re vomiting. Not sure which way is back to safety. Might as well press on.
And later the sun breaks the sky and it feels like relief even though there’s still no land in sight and your limbs are cramping.
And the feeling of swimming to shore, getting your feet underneath you on solid ground… Addicted. Like speed running a whole emotional lifetime overnight.
Do the hard thing. Take off the guardrails. Press on through the night. The sun will rise. Find solid ground.