Swim out past the breakers

Go get in the ocean. Swim. Keep swimming. Forget your limits. The rocks are ahead, get to them. Keep going. Fine, tread water a bit. Ok, swim harder. Heart racing. They're approaching. You see the boulders, they're yours. Climb on the algae covered rocks. Turn around. What a view. Is there any better place to live?

.... that's pretty much my thought process as I swim out to the breakers that protect the beaches of Tel Aviv. I don't always climb on the rocks, but I at least push myself to watch the waves crash into them from the other side.

Free membership at the local swimming hole. Who needs Club Med when I've got the Mediterranean Sea?