She’s 64, she’s already failed four times, and sharks are not shy about their love of swimmers as a tasty afternoon treat.
So why Is Diana Nyad halfway between Cuba and Florida, doing a quick backstroke while leading a rendition of Happy Birthday for one of the crew?
Beats the hell out of me.
I guess dreaming is all we have. When you quit dreaming, you quit living.
I’m running on a treadmill in my 472nd attempt at some sort of comeback. People look at me and wonder why. Beats the hell out of me.
At least now I have a scapegoat. Diana made me do it.
Dream big. Or don’t bother dreaming at all.