Bridge to Bridge

My last event of the season was a nice, end of summer, current assisted swim. An easy one I hear you say .... Well first of all, summer made a brief appearance back in May and hasn’t returned much since, so the water was not as warm as expected (touted as 18 degrees C, but it certainly didn’t feel that warm!). Although the UK has had what can only be described as apocalyptic rain at times this year, the flow of the river was down by about 70%. All the better I thought, as I was lining up with the other 100 or so folk planning to swim the 14km from Henley to Marlow in the Henley Swim Bridge to Bridge challenge, this way I can really challenge myself.

I had debated as to whether this would be a good swim to end my season on (with the imminent arrival of another baby I felt it better not to book past the 3 week to go mark!). After the Weymouth sea swim I was looking for another sea event to really push me further, but with everything that has been and is going on at the moment it just hasn’t been possible. This was my best local option and as the organisers agreed that I could swim without a wetsuit I felt it could be challenge enough.

There were only a handful of us swimming in just our cosies, huddling amongst the neoprene clad mass to keep warm at the start as the safety briefing was given. The most important point made a number of times – This is NOT a race.... As is my way I like to get in the water as soon as possible to get loosened up and to get in a good position for the start of the race...I mean event. On this occasion this was a big mistake....as I slipped into the water my breath caught in my throat, there was no way this was 18 degrees! I couldn’t believe how cold it felt. As I swam hard to try and warm up the thought circling round and round in my head was There is no way I can stay in this water for 4 hours . As we hung around waiting for the rest of the group to get in the water I was very tempted to swim back to the shore, get out and wait for the last minute to get in....but instead I vigorously trod/treaded(?!) water in an attempt to build up my core temperature. Finally the starter set us on our way and although it was a long way to go and it wasn’t a race I put my head down and swam with all my might!

As the banks of the Thames passed by and some clear water opened up around me I started to feel a little warmer and reminded myself that the worst thing I could do was allow negative thoughts to take root in my mind. So, I repeated the mantra I am warm and I am doing well over and over in my head until I believed it, I smiled and started to enjoy myself. We swam through the Henley Regatta course and on toward the first lock at the 4km mark. The pace was good and although it didn’t feel as though there was a significant current assist, there must have been something as this first section literally flew by, in just over 55 mins I arrived at the lock.

The organisers had decided that the best way to group us was to allow us to start as one big group and then split us into smaller groups as we arrived at the first lock. I lost sight of where I was in the grand scheme of things, but felt that I would probably be in the silver group as I could still see plenty of people behind me, but as I got out of the water I was told I was in bronze. I wasn’t bothered about which group I was in, but I was bothered that we had to wait for the silver group to get going and a few others to catch up before we could get back in the water. As soon as I was out of the water the cold start set in, although I wasn’t shaking I could feel that the shakes would only held a bay for so long with positive mental thinking. I downed a cup of hot choc which helped and complained along with another couple of skins swimmers – one of which was start to shake quite badly (I thought there is no way she is going to make this swim if she is shaking like that at this stage of the swim). After just over 7 mins(!!!!) we were back in the water and although we hadn’t been given the all clear to go, I saw one of the canoeists up ahead so I put my head down and started swimming. Once I got going again I felt fine and the cold no longer bothered me, but it was too long a stop.

The next section was a little more interesting as we passed by a large island which felt as though we were swimming through somewhere more exotic than the Thames, there was almost a mangrove feel to the area. Although best not to think about that too much as there are a few nasties that live in mangroves! Again this section seemed to whizz by, before I knew it we were at the next stop point just over 3km from the previous one where we had a quick top up on fluids and food. As I drank some sports drink I managed to miss my mouth and get it down my front which was when I realized the cold had started to creep in and the shakes were starting. I needed to get back in the water and just keep swimming. As we started the next section the sun came out which lifted my spirits and although my jaw was shaking a little at the start I clamped my teeth together and swam a bit harder.

The sun really was helping and the scenery was changing; we passed some lovely houses and boat clubs fringed with long grass and reeds. Every now and again I felt the current give me a little boost, which was always welcome. As we neared the third stopping point my mind started to play tricks on me, by my reckoning we should be within 4km of the finish, but I had this horrible feeling that we were going to be told that we’d only covered 8 or 9km and there was still 6km to go. At this thought stiffness seemed to creep into my muscles. I stood up to get out and bashed my leg on an unseen ledge in the water, I was a little angry that no one had pointed this out, but realised that I may be getting a little tired when I couldn’t be bothered to wipe the blood away. I heard the happy news that we were 1.5km from the last lock and just over 2km from there to the finish. As I took a drink, I glanced at the lady who had been shivering at the first lock, she was now shivering uncontrollably and in tears, I couldn’t believe she had made it this far and felt sure she was going to give up. She didn’t however she just got back in the water with the rest of us and carried on, incredible!

We crossed the river, scampered over a bank into another section of the Thames and into what felt like a bog, with unseen weeds all around our feet in the shallows. Head-up breast stroke into the deeper water was the best way through. The safety canoeists had told us to wait for them to come round another route to join us before heading off , but collectively as a group we started to swim forward. Myself and the other skins in the group had no desire to hang around any longer. It was tentative at first and then back into full swim, the canoeist caught up eventually.

Now that I knew how far we had to go for each section the swim felt harder instead of easier. I knew to expect the lock in around 15-20mins, but it is difficult to measure time when you are swimming. This section seemed longer than the previous, but was half the distance. As I arrived at the lock the rain started to come down which didn’t help matters. I looked at my hands and saw that they had gone a deep blue and were shaking. The cold was in and it was starting to sap my energy. I walked to the other side of the lock and conscious that I just needed to keep swimming I didn’t hang around to eat and drink. There was a queue to get into the water as there was only a small entry point, which did not help with the feeling of the cold. I watched as the ‘shivering lady’ struggled (mentally) to get back in the water, but with the help of support around her she jumped in and swam off.

I got in started to swim, but felt as though I was swimming against the tide. My muscles were stiff and I lost heart as some of the swimmers overtook me. I started to berate myself in my head at not having worked harder in training, that I should not be letting these people swim past me....but then I remembered, they were in wetsuits and I was not. The cold does take its toll and saps energy, not only did these guys not have to worry about that they had the added benefit of being more buoyant than me. These thoughts helped me and although I felt I was swimming uphill I tried harder to maintain good technique and pull strongly through the stroke. Now I started to overtake some of the other swimmers and got a mental boost.

The last kilometre into Marlow seemed to go on forever, which wasn’t helped by the fact there is a stone wall that runs along the side of the river and as this is uniform all the way there are no markers to show progression which adds to the feeling of swimming on the spot.

Eventually the wall disappeared, I rounded a bend and could see the river straighten out in front of me. I was getting annoyed that I couldn’t see a finishing marker and thought we must still have a long way to go, there was bridge ahead, maybe the finishing point was somewhere after that or even a long way after that. As I was concentrating on maintaining good form and telling myself that I was warm and doing fine a little voice popped up and said ‘As this is the bridge to BRIDGE challenge, do you think it possible that the BRIDGE could be the finish line!!!’ With a little smile on my face I swam the last few hundred metres to the finish getting out of the water in 3:59mins – sub 4hrs for 14km, not bad (we wont mention the current assist at this point). I saw 'shivering lady' at the end having swum the whole way, she was now wrapped up in a sleeping bag, endless clothes and being hugged to warmed by a number of people, what an awesome mental effort!

Once out of the water I needed to get warm, I dried as quickly as possible throwing on my clothes as some people tried to talk to me, all I could do was nod. I was shivering and my jaw had a mind of its own chattering all over the place. It was pointed out that my lips were a lovely shade of blue, so picked up my stuff and headed for a warm shower to ride out the shivers and get back to feeling normal.

It was a great event and not even the swimmers itch that started to appear a few hours after the swim (and gave the impression that I was suffering from chicken pox for the next couple of days) could put a dampener on it....I wonder how much harder it would be to swim the other way, next years challenge!

Hampton Court Swim

A nice early start on a mid-July Sunday morning saw around 1500 people line up on the banks of the River Thames at Hampton Court for an iconic 3.6km swim to Kingston Upon Thames. The water temperature was a tropical 18.9C. Whilst most people had opted to wear a wetsuit I lined up with a couple of others in just my speedos. The water temperature wasnt going to be an issue and although there were around a hundred other people in my wave, the race was very much with myself!

My target was simple - to match or beat the time I did last year - 55:33, however last year I did the race with a wetsuit. Some people find that a wetsuit adds very little to their speed, however for me I fly with a wetsuit. Even with all of the training I have been doing this year, it was going to be a big ask.

We had 5 minutes or so prior to the start of the race to paddle around and warm up. I was a little worried that I would get cold hanging around in the water as I wanted to conserve energy for the race. I didnt need to worry though, my acclimatisation work throughout the year was paying off nicely.

We were called to line up and smile for the camera just before the airhorn sent us on our way. I had decided that I would not go for an all out sprint to get some clear water, I took off at a decent pace but wanted to ease into the swim. Others flew off all around me in what felt like a mad panic. After a few hundreds yards the field opened up and I edged over as close to the bank as possible so that I could follow the shortest path and also to stay away from most of the other swimmers. I find it hard to find a good pair of feet to draft off and prefer the challenge of doing the whole swim on my own steam.

I steadily increased my pace throughout the swim. As I passed the 2400m buoy I decided to up the effort further. Ahead of me I could see swimmers in my wave and some from the elite wave that had set out 5 minutes ahead of us. They were my target, rather than focusing on the 1200ms to go I concentrated on trying to catch as many people as I could. By the time I reached the 400m to go marker I was almost at an all out sprint. I saw a fellow non-wetsuiter from my wave just ahead of me so I upped the pace even more to catch him. With 200m to go I passed him and saw two more swimmers in front. I tried to dig in as hard as possible to swim them down, I managed to get just ahead of one of them as we exited the water.

I really enjoyed the race and had swam as hard as I could for the last third of it. Knowing that I couldnt have put in any more effort I hoped that I had managed to smash my time from the previous year. I glanced at my watch as I stood up out of the water and jogged to the timing mat - 57:05 - just over 90 seconds short of the mark....gutted!!

Well, at least I know what to aim for next year :-)

Weymouth 10km Sea Swim

I can now say that I am a 'proper' marathon swimmer!! This weekend I did my first 10km sea swim event in Weymouth without a wetsuit and man o man is doing this distance in the sea a hell of a lot different to swimming in a lake....and it wasn't even that choppy!

Leading up to the event I was having a real dilema about how I was going to feed during the race. The organisors had stated that there would be no feed stations on the course and that swimmers would have to carry whatever they needed. Initially I was a little shocked that there wouldnt even be any water available to drink - the Rime of the Ancient Mariner came to mind, 'water water everywhere, but not a drop to drink...' I did some research and posted questions on forums etc to get advice. I was told that it is possible to swim with a bottle down the back of your trunks

(thanks Barbara), but I just couldnt get past how uncomfortable it would feel. I didnt even try it out in training! Instead I went for the liquid gel option and practiced swimming with a couple of those stuffed into the back of my trunks. It was suprisingly easy to used to get used to.

In the days before the swim I started to carbo load. I dont really follow a particular routine, just up the amount of rice, pasta, bread and potato I have in each meal. Its frustrating that there isnt a gauge on the body somewhere that tells you when your glycogen levels are full! In the 24 hours before the swim I really started to load up, but little and often rather than having huge meals (I have fallen fowl of this before!). In between my carboloaded meals I drank energy drink (Maxim) and nibbled on a homemade energy cake which was stuffed full of fruit,
nuts and avocado for good measure - its not the sort of cake people fight to get a piece of, but it certainly feels as though its brimming with energy.

The race didnt start until 1pm so this gave me plenty of time to take on fuel and fluid in the morning. I ate a good breakfast (a homemade mueslie and whole meal toast) and then loaded up the family in the car for a weekend by the sea.... Mel kindly drove the two and a half hours to the Weymouth, whilst I sat next to her sipping on a bottle of maxim and nibbling on a small plate of cold pasta. An hour before the swim I munched down a powerbar. By this point I was brimming with energy!! I drank almost 3 litres of fluid leading up to the swim.

Looking out at the sea before the swim, it was very calm and looked very inviting with the sun glinting off of the surface under a bright blue sky without a cloud in sight. Perfect conditions for a long swim.

The organisors brought us together to give us our race briefing talking us through the course layout and safety cover. It was a 2km bouyed course which we would obvioulsy have to loop 5 times and the water temperature was a positively tropical 17 degrees C. Just as we were about to line up and get into the water we were told that we had to remove our watches ..... there was a general look of disbelief. When questioned as to why, the response was because it was possible that when you are passing someone you could get too close and bring your arm down on their head and if you have a watch on you could do some real damage. I stood there opening and closing my mouth like a goldfish out of water. I really couldnt believe this was the reason....had these people not seen a mass swim start before!!

And then we were off....35 men and women waded out a hundred yards from the shore to the start point and started swimming at the sound of an air horn. Straight away I realised this was going to be a very different type of swim, my arms and legs were moving as normal but I wasnt moving as fast as normal. There was a cross course current that didnt get give me a boost in either direction, it just made the swim harder. Initially I was worried that this was going to be make the swim impossible, but by the time I turned at the first buoy I had found my rhythm. I decided that I would start at a nice steady pace, instead of sprinting out and getting in to oxygen debt as I normally did. By the end of the first lap I had dropped the swimmer who had been next to me and over taken one in front, the others were well out of site in front of me or behind. I had a big chunk of the sea to myself, so I just concentrated on keeping my pace steady and maintaining my position.

The race passed by in a blur, once I was in my rhythm my mind wondered and before I knew it I was starting my final lap. I still felt very stronge even though I hadnt taken a drink or had one of my energy gels. Although I started to feel a little stiffness moving into my neck and shoulders I decided to see if I could do the whole swim without feeding. Nearing the finish line I started to question whether I had actually done the whole 10km, I didnt have a watch to check so I had to assume that I had done the whole lot. I felt sufficently tired enough to have done 10km and I didnt like the thought of doing another lap, although I felt I could easily manage it. I headed to the finish line a little tentatively expecting to be told to carry on, but thankfully it was the end. I had managed to finish in 2hrs 58mins in 9th place, which I was very happy about, but I was more happy about having spent almost 3 hours in the water without a wetsuit and didnt feel cold, everything is moving in the right direction!

The First 10km Swim

On Saturday 28th May I joined around 250 others to swim 10km at Eton Dorney Rowing lake. When I first floated (no pun intended!!) the idea to Human Race of doing a 10km race HR Owner John Lunt said, if you can get enough people interested then we’ll put the race on. I spent a few days trying to gather support. The response was swift and it was abundant, after just a couple of days I had over 60 people interested. I returned to John with this number and true to his word he agreed to put the race on.

To both of our surprise the race was much more popular than either of us could have imagined. The numbers kept growing steadily; from that initial 60 to close on 300 signed up in the lead up to the race, it just goes to show there are quite a few nutters out there!

Prior to the event I had the dilemma of whether to wear a wetsuit or not. On the one hand I was thinking that this is my first 10km swim and its more important to get that distance under my belt. On the other hand I was thinking that if I cannot even do 10km without a wetsuit, how am I going to get through 4 times that distance in the colder sea of the Channel!! In the end my cold training (or lack of) made the decision for me. In the week before the race I did my weekly Serpentine swim (without a wetsuit) and managed an hour, but I was getting pretty cold by the end of it and I just did not think I could stay in the water for up to 3 times longer for the Eton swim. I know that psychologically it would have been a great stepping stone in my journey to swimming the Channel. However, it would also have been quite a blow if I had to get out of the water due to the cold and not complete the distance. So, wetsuit it was...

With the decision made I was pretty relaxed going into the swim as I had done a 10km and 8km pool swim without stopping in the two weeks prior to the race. So I knew that I could do the distance comfortably. Plus, all my training had been done without a wetsuit, so having the extra buoyancy and less friction of the wetsuit was only going to make it easier.

In the week leading up to the 10km swim I reduced my training volume and intensity, whilst loading up on the carbs as I wasn’t sure how well I would be able to feed in the race. I had a really dodgy stomach the day before which did not help in the prep, but was back in control by the morning of, hoping I still had sufficient glycogen stores and not lost it all!!

The registration and preparation area at Dorney Lake was buzzing with around a thousand swimmers split over the 4 distances (750m, 1500m, 3km and 10km). There was a big mix of ability, some people doing their first open water swim, worrying how they would cope with the mass start, the cold water and the distance. Others talking about target times unachievable by most of us there and making their fellow swimmers feel a little inadequate! Overall there was a great atmosphere and a real feeling of camaraderie - we're in this together...

Before long it was our turn to line up and get into the water. Around 90% of the field were wearing wetsuits, only a few braved the water without. We took a leisurely swim to the starting point and looked down the course unable to see the last buoy over 1600m in the distance which marked our turning point, only 3 laps of the course, easy right!.

My target time for the race was 2hrs 30mins, I had no reason to assume that I would be able to managed this time as my pool time had been 2hrs 42 for 10km. I think I was expecting the thrill of the event and race conditions to knock 12mins off my time!!

I was in the middle of the pack, my favoured position being nearer the front, but we were hemmed in like tadpoles in a bucket with nowhere to go. The starting hooter went off and the water boiled and erupted with hundreds of arms and legs slamming into the water in an attempt to find space. I think most of us forgot that this was a marathon not a sprint at that point. For the first half of the first length there were people all around me, I couldn’t get into my own rhythm banging into the feet of swimmers in front and having my feet banged into by swimmers behind me. By the time I hit the first turn the field was starting to thin out and there was space starting to open up. The great thing about swimming at Dorney lake is that there are buoy ropes running the full length of the course, so if you can get a view of the rope there is little need to sight. You can just keep your head down and swim.

I felt pretty strong throughout the first lap and kept pace with those around my, claiming a couple of positions as I went along. My aim was to swim each lap in around 50 mins, but try and do them as descending efforts so that I would get quicker with each lap - that was the plan anyway! I arrived at the feeding station at the beginning of the second lap in around 49 mins. I took a swig of my sports drink (maxim), I couldn’t take too much in as my stomach was a little unsettled. Head back down and into the second lap still feeling strong - each land mark I passed I kept saying 'I will only have to swim past that one more time' to motivate myself.

It was working well, but at the turn at the halfway point of the second lap I started to feel my energy levels drop. I stopped worrying about what was going on around me and just focused on putting one arm in front of the other, maintaining good technique and not thinking about the waning power in my arms.

At the start of the last lap I was able to take on more fluid from the feeding station and felt a lot better almost straight away, although I didn’t get any faster. 2 laps down in 1hr 44, so not doing the negative splits I had hoped for, but still within reach of my target time. I started to feel a stiffness in my lower back, hands and arms. The thought going through my mind, as is the case whenever I start to struggle in any swim, was, if I am finding this hard how the hell am I going to cope with the channel! I felt myself slowing and at the final turn toward the home straight I had 21 mins to reach the end to hit the 2:30 target - no chance, so I quickly reassessed my position and thought, under 2:40 would still be a good time!!

I took a quick look up in front of me and couldn’t see any swimmers near by, I took a quick look behind me and could see a couple of swimmers about 30ms back. Head down, arm over arm I plodded on. Shortly after looking behind me one of the swimmers overtook me which told me I had slowed too much. I dug in, upped my pace and started to pull with power, the guy in front was motoring passed me but I was determined to sit on his toes for the remainder of the race - the last kilometre. We hit a bit of traffic which split us up, some of the slower 3km swimmers. I managed to get around them and back on his feet, but then we hit another traffic jam - a lot more 3km swimmers and some of the 10km swimmers finishing their 2nd lap. I got round them, but lost the guy in front. I kept on going, passing the laps buoy with just the last couple of hundred metres to go. With each stroke I pulled harder, turning my arms over faster and faster to get to the finish in under 2:40. As soon as I was in shallow water I got to my feet, steadied myself and jogged over the finishing mat to claim 37th place and 3rd in my age group in a time of 2:39:45!!! I was very happy...

I did find it a hard swim and let myself slow down too much when I was worried that I wasn’t going to make the distance due to fading energy levels. As I said earlier this is one of the easiest 10km swims I will do - closed water with no currents or waves, I had a wetsuit on and buoy ropes to guide the way for most of the course. Its only going to get harder, but two days after the race I am looking forward to my next event - a 10km sea swim at Weymouth, no wetsuits allowed........I foresee a lot of cold water in my future!

My thoughts on training plans

Throughout my years of triathlon I have been self-coached, by that I mean I read some magazines and books and from that got an idea of the kind of training I should do. I never sat down and structured each phase of training or sessions for that matter  My training plans were pretty rough simply to do a little more this week than I did last week, with the aim of building up to the race distance(s)....I rarely did interval training, mainly straight runs, cycles and swims...It wasnt until, by chance I got involved in a triathlon swimming group last year that I started to understand the benefits of structured swim sessions.

At the first session I was expecting the coach to tell me that I had a great technique and that I just needed to continue with what I was doing.  Oh how wrong can one be!!  It turned out that my technique was pretty rubbish, I had picked up most of the bad habits in the book and invented a few of my own....slightly shocked at this I resolved to improve.  Over just a few months of focusing on some swimming drills and mixing up my sessions with interval and pace work I was able to knock over 5 mins off my 3.8km OW swim time from the previous year.

Obviously this opened my eyes to the benefits of following a structured plan. So, when I decided to commit to swimming the channel I also decided that it was time to employ the services of a coach. The difference it made was instant, instead of working out what I was going to do on the way to the pool each day, I had a plan to follow and knew it had a structured approach. In the past I had committed many hours to training but always felt that I wasn't getting the most out of the hours I was putting in. I now realise that plodding up and down the lanes was not the best way to improve my swim times.

Each day my session has a different focus; pace, endurance, technique etc and each session is broken down as follows.

Warm up
Build set
Main set
Cool down

Not only does this breakdown give me a structured approach and ensure that I am getting the most out of each session, but it also helps keep mental fatigue and boredom at bay. Previously when i was swimming 3 or 4km straight I'd start to spend more and more time preparing my goggles at the beginning of each session, which was a sure sign that I was putting off starting the swim. Now I look at a 5km set and look forward to doing it as it is broken down into small chunks. By having a variety of aspects to each sessions means I challenge myself more, by sprinting hard for 10 x 50m and then going on to do a descending set and challenging myself to keep a steady pace.....I love it!

I always thought that taking a break during a session and using the various floats was cheating. It wasn’t until I regularly incorporated these into my training regime that I realised the benefits.

Since early March I have been doing at least one open water swim each week in the Serpentine in Hyde Park. I still do a lot of my swimming in the pool, but plan to split the time 50/50 with the open water to ensure I don’t lose the pace sessions and don't get back into plodding up and down.

Ultimately I want to be able to swim to the best of my ability and feel that I am gliding through the water, some days it feels that good others it feels as though my arms have been injected with lead and I am swimming through treacle. Swimming different sets in different locations helps to keep me fresh. All bodies of water are enticing when you feel strong and confident in your ablility. And there is nothing quite like being one of the first to arrive at the park as the morning sun burns the dew from the grass, forming a warm mist over the water. It even makes the duck poo murky waters of the Serps look stunning ......... from a distance!

24 Hour Swim4Life

The goal - to swim 1 mile an hour, on the hour, every hour, for 24 hours.......mission accomplished!!

We had the perfect start to the day, the sun steadily rising through the clear blue sky, shimmering down on Guildford open air 50m lido. The sparkle from the water gave a false sense, as the impulse was to jump in and float around leisurely; however at around 21 degrees C this was a pool to move quickly through to keep the body temperature up.

The poolside was surrounded by the tents of the 60+ participants, which gave a festival atmosphere to the place. Old friends of the swimming fraternity meeting up at yet another event to test their personal mettle, some testing themselves ahead of a Channel swim attempt, others just there for the hell of it.

At just before 9:30am we swimmers, some very colourfully clad, were called to the pool side to receive our starting orders, this was it the first of 24 miles. As the clock struck the half hour The Lady Mayor of Guildford gave a short speech and then set us off. One by one, in our allocated lanes, we dived in and started pounding out the lengths. As to be expected in any mass event, competitive spirit took over and some of the fastest laps of the day were recorded in that first mile.

Twenty four and a bit minutes later I was out and feeling reasonably good. My plan had been to take advice from the previous 24 hour event a couple of years ago and break the mile into 4 x 400m and do 300m front crawl and 100m back stroke, but I got caught up with the others in my lane and just front crawled it all the way. During my first break I started to work on my post swim routine, in my mind it had been – shower, dry, dress, eat, stretch, sit down. However, I was worried about getting food into my stomach early enough to allow it time to settle before the next mile, so the routine went – dry, eat, dress, toilet, sit down – the stretching was quickly binned!

For food I had a good mix – simple pasta with salt and olive oil, marmite sandwiches, cake, oat and seed flap jacks, cake, jelly babies, mini rolls, chocolate, bananas, cake and Maxim sports drink to supplement it all. I found it difficult in the first couple of miles to eat much, but managed a few bites. As I got into the swing of things it became easier to eat every hour. I drank just water for the first couple of hours so as not to give my stomach too much of a pounding with the electrolytes, which worked well. The regular toilet stops after each mile told me that I was drinking plenty and keeping nicely hydrated. As we moved into the cold hours of the night I started to have hot Maxim drinks in a bid to keep the energy and heat levels up.

The first break seemed to last for ages, I wasn’t really sure what to do with myself. I had to stop myself playing with my son who was happily splashing around in the kids pool area with Mel, my wife. He looked as though he was having a lot of fun, but conscious to heed the warnings of those who had done this event before, I sat passively, saved energy and watched.

The following 4 miles were pretty straight forward, although the pace was starting to drop off. In Lane 2 we started to discuss positioning and swim strategy, who was going to swim where and for how long before it was someone else’s time to take the lead. Invariably once we got going it was just a case of hanging on to the feet of the person in front long enough to conserve as much energy as possible.

During the 6th mile I started to hit a bit of a mental and physical barrier, my arms weren’t functioning quite as my brain was telling them to do so and for the first time I started to worry that I wouldn’t make the distance. My training had taken me up to 8 miles in a single day over 3 sessions as well as 4 other swim sessions and a couple of weights sessions each week. So, I felt that I was about as physically prepared as I could be (granted painting the whole of the downstairs a few days before the swim was possibly not the best prep!). My mind was wondering in that 6th mile as others started to lap me – how could I be so far behind and slow with all this preparation? What had everyone else been doing in training that I hadn’t? Questions I couldn’t answer, so I just kept on swimming. At mile 8 I felt stronger and was able to get through the lengths with relative ease, now completely ignoring those around me and swimming at my own pace, with a 50m back stroke thrown into every 400m. My mile splits were getting slightly longer, now up to around 27mins per mile, but I was very chuffed that I had made it to a third of the way.

We had been blessed with a beautiful sunny day all day, but as the late afternoon took hold the sun started to dip behind the trees and the wind started to pick up. Getting out of the cold water and being dried by the sun was now over and it was time to start working out how to get dry and warm quickly. I used a shammy to remove most of the water and then put on some clothes and sat in my tent which was still warm having had the full force of the sun on it throughout the day.
Some of the competitors had started to don wetsuits as day became dusked and quickly turned into night. A few had started to drop out due to various injuries or just because it had got too cold, the water temperature had started to drop by a few degrees. We were now down from 7 to 5 in our lane. Myself and one of the other competitors, Rich, had decided to complete 12 miles without the wetsuit, which we duly managed. That last mile without the wetsuit was an absolute killer, it was properly cold by this point and my arms felt as though they were full of cement, I managed the mile but felt awful, coming in at just under 29 minutes.

I had been very lucky to have had a lot of support from my lovely wife and son throughout the day and friends and family drop in when they could. It was a great morale booster to have them around. Some friends lived just next door to the pool – Sue and Dave, who kept dropping in throughout the day, night and early hours of the morning to give me support. After getting out of that 12th mile I was frozen to the core and I had to brush Sue aside as she popped in to say hi, so I could get to some warm clothing. She said she had a gift for me, at that point all I could think about was warmth and couldn’t focus on her, until she thrust a hot water bottle into my trembling hands.....it was as though she had given me a the Elixir of life, I could have wept I felt so happy. Suddenly I was energised again and felt that I could do anything. Coupled with the fact that at mile 13 I put the wetsuit on I felt that I could go on for another 24 hours let alone another 12. It gave me the extra padding I needed to endure the cold. Putting on the wetsuit was like putting on Superman’s cape, I flew through the water, now leading the remaining swimmers in my lane (most with wet suits, but a couple without) and actually on a few of the next miles lapping some of them. I felt so strong now and although the cold was still a bit of an issue when I got out, the hot water bottle and a hot drink sorted that out. I was able to eat and drink pretty consistently throughout the night so my energy levels were balanced.

As we moved into the depths of night it was hard to stay awake between miles. I would get into the tent, stuff some food in and snuggle into the duvet Mel had very thoughtfully brought for me on her evening shift to get warm, laying my head down and dozing until I heard the shout for 5 minutes until the next mile began. Getting out of that warm tent into the cold night air just got harder and harder each time. Once I was in the water and had sprinted through the first 100m my core temperature was high enough for me to relax back into a nice gentle stroke. The wetsuit allowed me to glide through the water with relative ease. There were still some around us swimming without wetsuits, I have no idea how they managed it.

As the dawn began to break and the blackness in the sky gave way to morning our spirits began to lift even if the temperature did not, the end was in sight, there were only 5 miles left to go. About half way through the 19th mile I started to feel a twinge in my right elbow, which intensified the further I swam. It was just about bearable to complete the mile, but I was seriously worried that I wouldn’t be able to go on. This was hard to cope with mentally as we had just got through the hardest part of the 24 hours, with the sun rising it was only going to get warmer and easier. Before drying off I downed a couple of ibuprofen to give them maximum time to take hold before the next mile. At the start of mile 20 the pain was still there, but I could feel the intensity passing, although it still slowed me down I was able to complete the mile.

Before too long we had just 2 more miles to go, we were now down to 3 remaining swimmers in our lane. Each time we met at the start of the mile, we tried to joke and cheer ourselves along before getting in. Just as we were about to jump into the penultimate mile I heard my name shouted across the pool, I looked up to see Mel and Jack running toward me to give me that extra boost. I hadn’t known what time they would be back, so it was lovely to see them just before jumping in again. This mile was extremely hard, about half way through I hit the wall pretty hard, it felt as though someone had just hit the off switch, my energy levels were drained and felt very low. I pulled myself to the end of the mile and staggered out of the pool. Only one more mile to go, but I had nothing left in the tank. Friends started to appear to support me through the last mile, but I could barely speak to them. Back at the tent I stuffed as much sugary stuff I could get into my mouth as quickly as possible plus a few big swigs of energy drink and the feeling of the sun on my face started to do the trick.

Psychologically the last mile was tough, not because it was the last, but because I had felt so bad the previous mile. However, it passed pretty much as every other mile before it, my mind wondering a little, but mainly just counting out the lengths trying not lose count, I didn’t want to do any extra! And then the final 50m was ahead of me, I would have loved to have sprinted in at the end, but I had just about enough energy to maintain a constant speed, I touched the wall at the end to the sound of clapping and whooping......initially it was a feeling of relief, but now a day later it feels fantastic to have completed such a massive challenge. I have learned a lot about my swimming and myself. Plenty of work to do on acclimatisation before I hit the Channel in a couple of years, I would not have completed the challenge without a wetsuit, so I have the utmost respect for all of those that managed without.

My Kit List

Food
Maxim energy drink
bananas
Sarnies
Cereal
choc
mini rolls
oat energy bars
pasta
chewing gum
mints
carbo gels
throat sweets
Equipment
Phone
Blackberry
Goggles x 3
Swim hats x 5
ear plugs x 2
Drinking bottles
Shamies
washing line
Pegs
book
Clothing
Hoodies x 2
Warm hat
Cap
Towels x 4
Trunks x 3
wet suit
rash vests x2
flip flops
beach shoes
trainers
gloves
scarf
waterproof/ Winter jacket
tracky bottoms x 2
sport tops x 2
sport T-shirts x 3
sunnies
Toiletries
Vasaline
body glide
shampoo
shower gel
talc
Suncream
moisturisor
pain killers
antihistamine
mouthwash
toothbrush and paste
immodium
baby oil
wet ones
Camping
Tent
Chair
Mat
head torch
torch
sleeping bag
Duvet
Hot water bottle
Pillows