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Diana Nyad has done it!
And, if you’ve been reading this blog since September 26th of 2011, you understand how amazed I am with the tenacity and the fortitude of this colossus of a woman…
The only thing left to say about this endurance-athlete is that she’s accomplished what she’d always wanted to do–swim from Havana, Cuba to Key West, Florida–and now, she may turn her sights to those Portuguese “men of war” in the U.S. Congress… That is, now that Diana has conquered her own demons and dealt with the jellies of the Caribbean, which might have embodied those Jungian archetypes quite nicely, my sense is that she is well-suited to take on the debates and the deliberations that ought to be happening (with results) in Washington, D.C.
And yet, is it unfair even to inquire?
Well, I don’t assume that she’ll change out of her swimwear and into her congressional outfit overnight. I’ll give her the time to allow that swollen tongue to shrink down to its civic size. A year or two should do the trick. Next question…
Is there precedent for this sort of thing–the drafting of a pop-culture celebrity–someone other than the late, great, Sonny Bono–someone who’s performed with amazing stamina? Ummm… Charles Lindbergh, we know, never ran for office, but sure made his political views known. And… ummm… John Glenn served from 1974 to 1999 as the Democratic Senator from Ohio, with his only qualification being that he orbited the earth in 1962… He had, of course, what Thomas Wolfe called, “the right stuff” for his generation, and saw the mythos of his life as the means to muscle us all to an even greater end.
Ummm, Diana? Are you listening?
I know for a fact you have a social conscience; your plans to swim in a pool for the benefit of Hurricane Sandy victims is laudable. Rock on for Rockaway! And yet, after that, it may be time to kick Marco Rubio‘s ass… I don’t even know if you have a residence in Florida, but my guess is the state would be glad to have you represent its constituents, which (did) include (as of your 3rd attempt to swim from Cuba in 2011) nearly 10,000 gay and lesbian households in Broward County alone.
You see, while you’ve been doggedly pursuing your dreams in the ocean, another sort of undulating sea has been churning and churning and we’re desperate for a heroine like you.
Plus, when I look at your face and ponder the elegant wisdom of its brazen wrinkles, I sense something wholesome and healthy that never really ages; and if it does, it grows old with a beauty that I’d like to honor in some sort of social contract. Teach us to swim, Nyad. Many are just treading water and don’t know how.