‘Seven feet to go. Sweat dripping. Muscles burning. Grip weakening. And…a new personal record, my biggest fall to date.’
‘I moved my fins and silt filled up the small karst chamber, billowing like a cloud around me, turning gin-clear water into thick milk tea. I could no longer see my limbs.’
Skeet and I stood on the strut of the landing gear of the plane. Wind was rushing through my hair, and he said, “Are you ready?”
And…for all you triathlon fans:
Trent Oliver competes in triathlons like they are a stroll in the park. But it wasn’t always that way.