Normally swimming pool sessions are more or less the same. Some amusement is found by swimming against the clock, observing small clouds of phlegm left by previous swimmers or counting the amount of hairbands and plasters that collect on the bottom. I treat pools as a necessary evil that I use to train to swim better, longer and faster in open water.
Bude Sea Pool didn’t appear to exist when we arrived. Stormy seas and the high tide meant surf was breaking over the surrounding rocks and into the pool
Well that didn’t go to plan. Instead of recovering from a celebratory Babycham in the White Horse in Dover I found myself in a hospital bed in Ashford on Sunday morning. My attempt to swim the English Channel had been foiled in French inshore waters by Swimming Induced Pulmonary Edema (SIPE). I’d been airlifted from my support boat and was in a resuss bed.
Start held off by the weather – too much wind and too strong a tide… The last 36 hours or so has been a rollercoaster of emotions ranging from excitement, nervousness and eager anticipation through to disappointment and finally relief.
Well after 3 years of thinking about it and training my time to swim to France is nearly here! Here’s my latest update and tracking info.