It's All in the Swim

Well, I've been feeling a bit depressed lately. If you know anything about depression you know how much fun that can be. At any rate, it wasn't raining, so I rode my bike down along the Embarcadero to the SERC. While I was riding, a gentleman came up on a Rambouillet. We chatted a bit about our bikes and then I rode on. When I got to the SERC, a woman in the locker room said "I am a friend of that guy on the Rambouillet". This adds evidence to my theory that San Francisco is really just a small town.

Anyway, when I got to the SERC, I decided to jump into the bay. Jump is an exaggeration, I actually sort of ran, tripped, galumphed and splashed into the Bay. It was so cold that every depressive thought was rapidly driven out of my system. It always works for me; the combination of the shock of the cold, the need to stay afloat, the smell of the salt, and the call of the birds always makes me feel better. Or it might just be that the depression is replaced by the Will to Survive!