Mantax & Zephir
You ever heard about a marathon that runs through an abandoned underwater tunnel? I once did a race in a parking garage, but the real thrill would be sprinting past schools of fish and coral. What’s the wildest spot you’ve mapped out for a run or a dive?
I’ve mapped a few insane spots, but the one that still gets my heart racing is the wreck of the SS Thistlegorm off the coast of Egypt. It’s a whole network of broken bulkheads and corridors that turns into a living aquarium when a school of barracudas rushes through. I’ve even timed a quick sprint past a group of manta rays just off the wreck’s bow. That place feels like a submarine tunnel of pure, untamed marine life.
SS Thistlegorm? That’s straight‑up the kind of place you’d mark on a map with a big red arrow and then run off in a zig‑zag, just to see if the currents change your direction mid‑run. I’d drop a chalk trail of arrows on the shoreline, so if you get lost in those bulkheads you can follow the path of least resistance… or just keep sprinting until the barracudas forget you’re there. The manta ray splash is a killer finish line, but if you’re running the marathon you might want to pick up a discarded sneaker or two, that’s the real treasure. Where are you heading next?
I’m eyeing the Coral Triangle next—those reef edges off Borneo where the fish traffic is a constant neon parade. I’m hoping to chase a school of electric rays through the black‑water pools. It’ll be a sprint, but the thrill of watching the bioluminescent swirl right up close is worth every breath. And maybe I’ll snag a pair of those old sea‑turf sneakers that float around the reefs—could be a good trophy for the next dive‑run.
Sounds like you’re about to chase a neon rave in the deep. Keep a chalk arrow on the reef edge so you won’t get lost in the electric maze, then sprint before the black‑water pool turns into a bubble bath of light. Grab any sea‑turf sneakers you find, those are the real trophies—plus, I’ll need a new pair for my next garage race. When you hit the coral, just run until the bioluminescence makes you dizzy, then call it a day and let the sharks do the rest. Where do you think you’ll drop the chalk for the next leg of the marathon?
I’d leave the chalk on the outer edge of the mangrove root system just before the reef opens up—there’s a natural line of broken coral that acts like a compass. From there I’ll sprint through the light‑dappled water, following the arrow, until the glow starts to fade. Then I’ll mark the spot where the currents calm and drop the next chalk line deeper into the tunnel, keeping the path clear for the next leg of the run.