Great White Fear

Just as I was about to sit down at the computer to purchase a triathlon wetsuit, F comes home from the hospital.

“How was your day? Any gossip?” I ask.

“Hmmm…Jane was surfing down at Leadbetter yesterday and she said she saw the biggest shark she had ever seen. She thinks it was a Great White.”

“WHAT!?!? What did she do?”great-white-shark-in-mexico1

“She paddled back to shore as fast as she could.”

At Leadbetter? A very popular beach where the weekly Nite Moves swim/run event takes place? 

“So, let’s say I was swimming with a huge group of people, like in the Nite Moves swim. In a large group, I should be fine, right? A shark would stay away?” I ask.

Pause.

“Just don’t be last in the pack. You know, don’t lag too far behind,” F says.

Gee, thanks.





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One response to “Great White Fear

  1. That makes is OFFICIAL, I am NEVER GOING IN THE OCEAN AGAIN!

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