I can’t think why I haven’t mentioned this before. The Channel has jellyfish. We will get stung. So our glorious leader, Dee Seabrook has found us a lake full of the things where we can practice swimming (wo)manfully on while being stung.
When I started to realise how painful swimming in cold water was, and how much I dread it every time – that walk down the beach towards the icy depths is horrendous – I decided a higher purpose might help me get in and enjoy the suffering.
So, ladies and gentlemen, I bring you my VirginMoneyGiving fundraising page to support my Channel swimming efforts.
Last weekend I competed at the Cold Water Swimming Championships. There was so much going on but I could only fit a certain amount in to my latest 220 Triathlon blog.
Today is Remembrance Day and, fittingly, I will always remember it. I think today will be a turning point in my Channel training story.
Two weeks ago I wrote about how my body and mind responded to a particularly cold swim which knocked my confidence a bit. Actually, A Lot. It also gave me a reality check about how hard swimming through the winter is going to be.
I have to write all this down now while the memories are fresh. I think if I wait any longer I’ll forget how hard it was. It’s long so go and get a cup of tea before you start.
Feel the fear, do it anyway is one of my favourite sayings.
Bit of a misleading headline there. I’m not going to swim the Channel. Completely. But I AM going to do a Channel relay next September with a team of Seabrook Seals, the group of people I swim with down at Southbourne beach in Bournemouth.
I won’t tell you everything now because I don’t know many more details than the slot we’ve got –
My first swim with the Seabrook Seals was on a warm day with a flat, clear sea. We did two hours. Although being in the water for two hours would be my longest ever swim, I wasn’t really concerned about coping with the swim. I was more concerned about the cold. I wore two hats,
The post-race blues are a well-recognised phenomenon. You’ve focussed on an event for months and all your training, eating and recovering has been done with it in mind. So when it’s all over there’s a bit of a gap – unless there’s something else on the horizon.
For me, peeping over the horizon,