Next year is going to be a big year for me. I had to re-assess my plans earlier this year after an injury and corrective surgery. “I know” i said, “I’ll swim instead if I can’t use my legs. I’ll swim the English Channel”. And there, in the space of a few moments, on the veranda of a bar, overlooking a stunning bay in Greece on a beautiful sunny day, my mind wrote yet another cheque that my body is going to have to cash. I have a relay swim booked in July with four incredible friends and my solo swim in September. So, for the next 10 months of my life its all going to be about the swim.
I have no real experience in swimming. I was thrown into the pool by my PE teacher in shear frustration because I was the last child in my class to learn to swim when I was very small.
The coming months are going to be an incredible journey culminating (with God’s grace) in a scramble for a stone on a French beach. Its going to be hard, probably the hardest thing I have ever done in my life, but to quote Mae West: “You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough.”