I hear yahooing above me as I climb the steep slope to the hotel. I see a group of men on scooters animated about something and wait until they ride away… not the sort of situation I want to enter. I continue up the hill until I get to the bend and find myself facing … Continue reading Fethiye Flashbacks
I swam around an island! I am amazing! If that weren’t incredible enough, it was called Shark Island! And for something spectacular, I did it from a boat! Knowing of my crippling shark phobia and my debilitating motion sickness may make this more impressive. I swam around an islandI'm on a boat When I decided … Continue reading It was fate
As I was conquering my distance goal last week, I pondered if I would be able to improve my time. It seemed a distinct possibility as I had picked up my pace for those last couple hundred metres and begun to feel my body move the way it’s meant to. So I set myself a … Continue reading Speed Demon
I am changing my name to Jessican. During treatment I enthusiastically signed up for a swim holiday in October. Reading the fine print after, I realised that I’ll be swimming 25km in that week and, as a minimum, I should be able to swim 2.2km in an hour before I go. Pre-surgery this would not … Continue reading Jessican
Five years ago, on a ski course, I walked into a guesthouse restaurant to see a man grinning awkwardly. I grinned awkwardly back and made a new best friend. Five minutes later his wife walked in and then there were three. We shared a passion for restaurants, travelling to new places, smutty jokes, ridiculous challenges, … Continue reading Swimming in Sweden
The water tower through the cornfieldsEpiphaniesSitting by the frog pond with a visitor The water tower. My goal. My nemesis. I moved apartments as treatment began; to one with a lift, a second bedroom for carers and big windows for my sanity during the long winter days of sickness. Soon after moving in, Suzanne introduced … Continue reading What if I am cured?
Swimming with Suzanne Well of course my first swim had to be with Suzanne. When I moved to Luxembourg, there was this brief, sweet moment when I was waiting for my visa to be finalised before I could start working. I set up my new apartment, explored my new home, joined a stack of social … Continue reading Swimming with Suzanne