Last November, Nyad spoke with Adriane Berg of “Generation Bold: Fountain of Truth.”
As you might expect, Nyad peddled many of her usual lies and exaggerations. But she added a few new ones.
First, a creel of oldies:
They call it the Mount Everest of the earth’s oceans, that strait between Havana, Cuba, and Key West, Florida.” (2:50)
As mentioned frequently in these pages, only one person calls this swim “the Mount Everest of the earth’s oceans.” See “NYAD’S LIES, PART 1: From Bimini to the Big Apple & Beyond—The Lies in FIND A WAY.”
The great swimmers of the world had tried since 1950, including me as you mentioned, way back in 1978. (2:57)
See “Everybody’s Doin’ It.”
This version, however, benefits from the unctuous self-namecheck, which brings to mind Nyad anointing herself as one of the three best female swimmers in the world.
25 million people were following the Cuba swim by the end.(7:11)
[On previous attempts I] already…could have died should have died from the box jellyfish. (14:30)
See “Embroidering the Box.”
[I] made a world record swimming from Cuba to Florida. (27:00)
There ain’t no record of no record.
BERG: [Nyad is] the great swimmer [who] did a hundred-and-ten mile swim from Cuba—nobody’s done it. (21:09)
It will come as no surprise that Nyad did not jump in to correct Ms. Berg.
And I want this one wild and precious life to be as sterling and as uplifting as it can be.
That bird, for the “sterling” bit at least, has flown.
And now, fresh eels for our courge:
But who else is going to swim, let’s say from Cuba to Florida? I guarantee you, I’m going to go to my grave—or my, you know, cremation moment—and nobody else will have done that swim. That’s how difficult it is to do.” (6:55)
That one’s not necessarily a lie (no pressure, Mr. Bellamy). But it’s so arrogant, and it goes so counter to her claims of humility, that I had to include it.
Last but not least. Maybe even monumental:
And they’re actually making a statue of me, a big bronze statue. And Key West, I told them when they make it that, when I’m 90, I’m gonna go and get a beach chair and sit under the shadow of the statue and, a people go by, say, “yup, yup, that’s me. (18:42 )
The jury’s still out on this one. She got herself a plaque, and there was talk of a sculpture/monument. I can’t, however, find evidence that the sculpture ever materialized.
I need more time to look into this but don’t want to miss the International Fact-Check Day deadline. So I’ll end with a photo of a genuine adventurer (along with two of my kids and one of hers, also adventurers) who deserved all of the statues that she got.
And she got a lot—more than any other woman in America—despite no one having a clue what she looked like.