Flashes of Panic

People are starting to find this page with the search term “Peaks to Portland swim” because I mentioned that particular bit of lunacy in an injured-runner tantrum last month.

First, the disclaimer: I have no connection with the Peaks to Portland swim. I’m a poor source of information about it, and I’m sorry you all ended up here.

Unfortunately, the organizers (the Greater Portland YMCA, as near as I can tell) haven’t seen fit to put up a permanent web page with information about the event, so I can’t even direct you to a more useful website; this is the best I’ve seen.

The summary, for those looking just for an overview, is that a hundred or so aerobic monsters, sometimes including my brother and/or sister-in-law, swim about two and a half miles from Peaks Island in Casco Bay to the East End Beach in Portland.

This year’s edition, featuring only my sister-in-law, is this Saturday, unless there’s a weather delay.

Update: If you’re looking for results, as of Monday the only place I’ve found them is the PPH story from Sunday. I don’t know how long it will be online, though.

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