And then several years ago it did happen. In our own back yard. A group of triathletes was out swimming and a shark bit a man, and very sadly he died. I don't think I went in the ocean to swim for over a year after that happened. And then I realized much like how some people faced fears after September 11, I needed to keep on living my life and enjoying the things I love. And ocean swimming happens to be one of them.
This morning there was some big surf and I saw a sting ray. And part way through the swim I realized I was so content and happy swimming out in the ocean, even though the big waves and sea creatures would have previously semi-freaked me out. Friday morning ocean swimming has become a tradition this summer, that I hope will last for quite a while. And even if the swim isn't great on any given week, the post-swim coffee is always awesome.
Have a great weekend - get outside and enjoy it!