The Grand swim was an event that I will cherish for the rest of my life. Even now, a few months on, it is impossible to put into words how incredible the experience was. I get overwhelmed when I think about the support we had, the people cheering us on every stroke of the way. It still gives me chills. Humbling doesn’t even cut it. I’m over humbled and full of deep, deep gratitude!
I know I’m not the only one on the team who had the best and worst times of their life within that 37 hours. When I said I wanted the ocean to swallow me up, I was serious. The elation of completing the task overpowers any darkness that was met out at sea.
The finish line
There was no better moment for me, than feeling the sand beneath my feet, and realising that my legs did in fact still work. I wasn’t sure they would be able to carry me to the high water mark, so when I put my full weight down and my saturated legs carried my weight, the relief was immense. Most of us will never forget the ‘dance moves’ I pulled off in that most majestic of moments. I wanted to show everyone that I was of sound mind and body. I knew how much my friends and family were worrying about me and, yeah, I was showing off!
One thing I wasn’t ready for was the noise. So many people…
