The exciting news from the boat is that Wayne landed about 2km South of Cape Gris Nez in an official time of 11:34.

Wayne and the guys will post some more pictures and stories later, when they have a better internet connection.

The boat is currently steaming back towards Dover, and no doubt some serious celebrations. According to Paul Downie, Wayne is over the moon!

For your interest, now that all 7 of the Channel Dare swimmers have successfully completed their swims, below is a map with all of the swim tracks on it (except for Lisa who swam too fast to leave any GPS track trace of her swim):

Channel Dare Swims

Dear friends

You may remember around a year ago when my friend Wayne attempted to swim across the 34km English channel, and after 8 hours of swimming a storm came through, forcing him to be pulled out as it was too dangerous to continue. 5 days later he gave it another go and failed after another 8 hours as a result of injury to both shoulders from such immense stress from the last 16 hours of swimming within 5 days.

He has trained all winter and now is in Dover ready to give it another go, at the moment around 1am Monday morning (8am Perth time). Weather in Dover can changed pretty quickly though so it may be pushed to another day, Wayne will wait for his skipper, Ray Cooper on Sea Venture 2, to make the call.

If you are interested in tracking this progress and sending him support you can follow him here on Channel Dare. Or on Facebook ( English Channel Dare for Breast Cancer Care) at

http://www.facebook.com/pages/English-Channel-Dare-for-Breast-Cancer-Care/221646727847317

You can have a look at the weather/wind forecast here:

http://www.windguru.cz/int/index.php?sc=96593

Thanks for your support!

Ceinwen

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Dear swimmers,

Well what a roller-coaster ride this last three weeks has been… and the last three years really if you want to take it that far back! This is inevitably going to be a long post (even for me!), so if you’d prefer to just see the video footage from the day then watch:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZJZQ5Nlfeho

Or to just take a quick peak at the tough conditions out in them middle of the channel (warning – may make you feel seasick!) :

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0SavBLTMwvE

A Thousand Thank Yous!

Firstly, a quick thank you to all those of you who posted Twitter comments on the channeldare.com website whilst I was swimming. There were over 400 in total and it was a massive heart-warming feeling knowing that you were all there “with me” as I battled the very trying 28 to 35 knot (50 to 65km/h) winds and massive swell conditions! Interestingly enough, the Rottnest Channel swim was cancelled in 2007 when conditions exceeded 25 knots, so you can get a pretty good picture from this of what the day was like; that and the fact that Adam and Simon on my support boat were sick no fewer than 87 times between the two of them – maybe that’s a slight exaggeration, but Simon was left incapacitated with nausea for a good 6 or 7 hours of the swim! He literally turned green, the poor guy. Thanks also to those of you who’ve sent post-swim emails through…I’ve tried to reply to all of them, but it is a slow process as there have been so many of them. As the famous British band “The Verve” once sang: I’m a Lucky Man!

Storm force winds whipped up the English Channel during the long wait between attempts 1 and 2.

If you’ve been following our progress whilst over in Dover through our Blogs and through Shelley’s excellent video interviews at www.youtube.com/shelleytaylorsmith you’ll know that it’s been a very mentally challenging few weeks over here in Dover due to the constantly changing weather conditions. Swimming the English Channel is very much a gamble in terms of trying to time the tides and weather exactly right, and when you’ve only got a small window of opportunity for your booking (typically 5 to 7 days), things get even harder. That is why it was so important that nearly two years ago we went through and booked 1st spots on the tides with our respective pilots. Andrew Hunt came up with a very sophisticated way of ranking these available slots using some genius algorithms which we all then drew straws for, but at the end of the day, no amount of mathematics will change the weather. Most pilots will book 3 to 4 people on a 5-7 day tide, so you can only imagine how nerve-wracking this becomes when the weather starts to look fairly grim for a prolonged period, as it has with us. The devastating Hurricane Irene that destroyed parts of the east coast of the USA has just passed back over the Atlantic and the meteorologists are saying this is the reason for the unsettled period we have experienced.

Last Friday (3rd September) we posted out a blog stating that we should all (myself, Paul Downie and Andrew Hunt) get the opportunity to swim on Saturday 4th September. This was a known risk given the fact that it was still a large spring tide but with the prospect of bad weather coming up for our actual tidal window, I was personally really hoping to take it. Suffice to say that despite an afternoon of getting all pumped up listening to some banging tunes on the white cliffs of Dover, we were all called off literally just after we had blogged the post – Murphy’s Law they call it I think?!

Dealing With The Cancellation of Attempt #1

I cannot even begin to express in words how deflating this was. We are told that we’ll be put through these anxious waiting games but nothing can prepare you for what that actually feels like to be lifted up with the prospect of a swim and then blown just as quickly back down again. Given the fact that the weather was looking very bad for the next week when we were due to swim, I am not ashamed to say that I went through quite a down and depressed few days with the very real possibility that I might not get to swim at all before having to return home to Perth on the 14th September for work and also the close arrival of baby Newsome # 2 in six weeks time. How did I pick myself out of it? Well, initially I tried to calm myself down saying that it’s still not even our tide and that we still have at least 10 days to wait it out but then my pilot Andy King of the Louise Jane called me on Monday after spending a beautiful day in Canterbury with my family suggesting that things really weren’t looking good for the rest of the week. There would still be the prospect of then swimming on the next Spring Tide if I could extend my flights back before his next set of swimmers arrived, but how long could I realistically wait it out?

At this point panic really set in and I started to feel a weird mix of disappointment, the potential of unfinished business, a kind of disgust in myself for putting on all this weight for the cold conditions and even guilt over having put my family through all this training only to come home without having achieved the end result. It’s funny how the mind works – I often tend to drift towards the absolute worst possible scenario long before the process has had chance to play out. This is something that has always plagued me through my athletic years and something that I am acutely aware of needing to change.

Luckily Shelley Taylor-Smith (open water guru, 7-times World Marathon Swimming Champion and our travelling mentor) took me under her wing at this point and posed the possibility that this was maybe all happening for a reason and that there would be some sort of lesson in all this after all. This cheered me up no end – Shelley truly is an inspiration for me personally – I’ve even tried to model my marathon swimming stroke on hers!!

Being Cheered Up By Britain’s Best Comedian

What was the lesson that I needed to learn? Well, on Tuesday I was invited by my good friend and physiologist, Dr. Greg Whyte, to travel up to Oxfordshire and have the once-in-a-lifetime chance to swim with world-renowned comedian David Walliams from Little Britain as part of his hugely inspiring and monumental swim of the 140 miles (220 km) length of the River Thames. David is doing this for Sport Relief and aims to raise over £1 million for the charity. The guy is a total legend, my personal comedy hero and certainly one of the biggest inspirations for me attempting the English Channel in the first place as David successfully smashed the Channel in 10h 29m in 2006 for the same charity. This is a totally amazing time and so it was a real honour to be invited to swim with him – I was grinning like a cheshire cat all day long and had to keep pinching myself that I was even there!

I ended up swimming for 7 hours with David but wore a wetsuit to keep warm and stave off any potential infections from the dirty(ish) water of the Thames. The pace was pretty steady but then again David has to swim the length of the English Channel every day for 8 days in a row!! Truly amazing – here’s me making a big deal out of the English Channel when Walliams is truly doing it tough. Puts it all into perspective.

I think what I learned from this experience was how cool, calm and collected David was when swimming and taking everything in his stride. He commented on how he used distraction techniques (like thinking about the lyrics for all the James Bond theme tunes) to take his mind off the pain he was suffering along the way. Also, in his very modest way he was the first to say that his amazing Channel swim time was due in part to the very fortunate weather conditions that he had that day. He went on to add that his coach (Greg) was a much stronger swimmer and yet had terrible weather when he tried unsuccessfully two days previous to cross the Channel.

I guess this made me really appreciate the fact that to set a good time you need a lot of factors on your side and given that I was still (at this point) facing the prospect of no swim at all I began to focus on the simple goal of just getting my feet wet. I cannot thank Greg and David enough for offering me that opportunity to swim with them that day… definitely one to tell the grandchildren!

“The Call” And The Emotion Of It All

But then the call came just two days later that there was a possibility of a small opening in the wretched weather but that the prospects were still grim and could easily change. The window would only suit swimmers capable of getting across in around 10 hours due to the likelihood of more forecast bad weather around 4pm that day. We had to call Andy King at 6.15am on Friday 10th September with the view of starting literally just two hours later. This made for some very frantic telephone calling to assemble our much dwindled support team, many of whom had returned back to their normal jobs / lives. Interestingly enough, nearly all the other swimmers who had been waiting it out in Dover for the weather to change had been sent home by their pilots stating that there was zero chance of a start on this tide. This made for a very gloomy atmosphere within the channel swimming fraternity in Dover and was hard to avoid feeling the effects of.

So, after we got the green light to go from Andy, we drove down to the harbour through all the thick fog. I was listening to Eminem’s “Not Afraid” on my iPod and all the emotions of what I had gone through with all the hard training, the waiting around, and the upcoming challenge of swimming the Channel suddenly all boiled to the surface. I sat there and thought about my family, about Jackson and Michelle, about all my wonderful Channel Dare training buddies and support crew, the people that I coach and who have supported me all the way, Shelley and Adam’s ultimate belief in me and also the burning desire to get the job done. I’m not ashamed to say that tears were flowing freely down my cheeks but it wasn’t fear or sadness it was the realisation in one moment that I could do this and that I would get across to France come hell or high water. It was such a strong, powerful emotion that I wish I could have bottled it as I’ve never experienced so much conviction and belief in myself ever before.

Adjusting The Goal Posts

It was heartening to know that when we got down to the harbour that there was one other swimmer who was also due to set off for an attempt. Up until this point I thought I was going to be tackling the Channel alone that day. He was apparently a fireman and a former “cage fighter” with a strong swimming background, under the wing of brilliant Channel swimmer Lyndon Dunsbee who formerly held the British record for a crossing of the Channel in 8h 34m.

I immediately thought that with his bulging biceps, strong shoulders and excellent support crew (including legendary pilot Reg Brickell) that if they’re making this tough decision to at least give it a go, then we’ve made the right decision too. Mark (the swimmer) shook my hand – actually, crunched it – immediately before we set off and Lyndon stated that he believed that in good weather his guy would go sub-10 hours (about where I pitched my own ability). However, Lyndon took one look at the weather, sniffed the breeze and very firmly stated that today he’ll do 12 to 13 hours. How right he was (Mark did 12h48m as it transpired).

This brief encounter with Lyndon prior to the start was crucial for how the day played out for me as I immediately let go of any aspirations of knocking out a fast time knowing that one of the world’s greatest marathon swimmers had the experience to call it even before we started with “today will be character building if anyone gets across”.

I’m assuming this was the second lesson that Shelley suggested I needed to learn before my swim: patience and persistence from David Walliams and letting go of any thoughts of fast times but focusing in on the “simple” goal of finishing.

The Plan

And so we were off on the support boat, out through Dover harbour and heading down the coast towards Samphire Hoe for our proposed swim start at 8.30am on Friday 9th September 2011. Even as we drove out, Andy (my pilot) kept saying that we’d just see how it goes and test whether or not it was truly possible to attempt the swim given that the breeze and swell were really picking up already. We had a bit of a deal that if we started and got up to a maximum of four hours and the weather looked like it was really going to turn, that Adam would pull me out of the water at this point and we’d look to waiting on for Thursday (15th September) when much better weather was forecast. We reasoned that with only four hours in my arms I’d have a chance of recovering in time for a second attempt six days later.

As we ploughed round towards Samphire Hoe, Andy took the quick decision to change our starting point to Shakespeare Beach instead, which is literally just around the corner of Dover harbour wall. Reg Brickell and Mark (the other swimmer) employed the same tactics and before I knew it I was greased up and jumping into the water which was 16.2 degrees at this point – chilly, but much warmer than we’ve been training in. I’ve grown to like the cold actually, despite the weight gain (which helps massively from a thermal perspective), I like how invigorated it makes me feel – a kind of electric charge through the body. Andy and Reg had placed a bet on whether Mark or myself would get across to France first and all I remember Andy saying is “don’t let me down son!” as he looked hard into my eyes. The race was on! I’m a sucker for competition… it was exactly the right scenario to get me off to a good start.

Those Critical First Few Strokes

I reckon you can tell within three or four strokes exactly how good you’re going to feel on any given swim. As I swam from the boat to the English shore to start I felt absolutely amazing. Again, I knew that I would make it across to France right there and then. I did however have a massive 25 knot wind up my backside and a big swell pushing me into the shore! When I officially got started it was a very stark contrast having to swim in the other direction off the beach and push into the waves with the realisation that this would be a relentless headwind all day without any sort of let-up. If anything it was due to get worse at about seven hours into the swim. From my last big 18km training swim in Perth with Amanda Nitschke and Bae Hooper (my two loyal and keen-as-mustard paddlers) I learnt that whilst I needed my stroke to be strong and purposeful into these types of waves, that I also needed to conserve energy and not fight it as much as I’d be able to do so in say a 5km swim. It sounds obvious of course but just backing off 10% and going with the flow of the swell and chop made all the difference. I was immediately into my rhythm and ploughing towards France.

Motivation, Tactics and Feeding

In Perth I had been training with a Garmin 310XT GPS device which I’d place under my swimming cap and which would record how far I had swam and also how fast. Prior to leaving Perth I was able to comfortably knock out 14 minutes per km for 4+ hour swims and had set the Garmin to buzz at me every 500m. This was a massive motivating device in those long training swims as I’d only ever focus on reaching the next buzz, every 7 minutes or so. I never once thought about the length of the swims as a whole as doing do would just freak me out. No one really likes swimming that long but if you break it down into a series of smaller chunks, it becomes much easier.

During my Channel swim I wasn’t allowed to wear anything more than a cap, some goggles, very standardised bathers and grease – the Garmin was banned as a pacing device. Instead I asked Adam to blow a sharp blast on the loud-haler every 7 minutes to signify the same milestones as I’d done with the Garmin in training. The sound of the loud-haler was instantly obscured by the force of the wind, so we had to go with plan B – holding up a red umbrella every 7 minutes instead. Adam, Paul Caunce (who’d travelled 5 hours down from Doncaster on a whim the night before, hoping that I’d get to swim – legendary commitment) and Simon (editor of H2Open Magazine) did brilliantly doing this 105 times (!) through the course of the swim and took great dedication and an understanding of just how important it was for me to keep this going. I would cite this as the biggest single motivation technique that I used out there during the swim – aside from all your Tweats, emails and SMS messages of course!

To coincide perfectly with the red umbrella waving, every 4th cycle (28 minutes) we’d stop briefly for some fluid and / or food. This is exactly how I’d practiced in Perth and I didn’t change a thing from what I know works for me now. This was a stark contrast to the critical error I made in 2004 when attempting my first Ironman and losing confidence in my well-rehearsed fuelling strategy, thinking I’d need to suddenly consume more because this was the “big one”. In that case I became massively bloated and dehydrated because none of the carbs were getting into my system, they were just sat there like a useless weight in my stomach from over-consuming. Stupid when I look back at it as it forced me out of the race in the end and to date I have never revisited Ironman.

I alternated between 250ml of Gatorade on stop #1, then 250ml of Gatorade and a GU gel on stop #2. This I repeated over and over again for all 25 of my fuel stops. On a couple of occasions I’d ask for something different (Turkish Delight, Boost Bar, Annette van Hazel’s amazing fruit cake…) but I generally stuck to the plan and only ate these things when I felt like I craved the action of eating rather than slurping! I had two Nurofen at 4 hours and 8 hours to help with my shoulders but didn’t drink any pure water at all and had one quick sip from a bottle of Coke. Aside from that it was Blue and Red Gatorade e-numbers all the way to the post-swim toilet… I’ll leave that thought right there!

Swinging Both Ways

As you know I am super pedantic about bilateral breathing for endurance swimming. When I started the swim the swell and chop was coming at us from the front and to the right. Andy (my pilot) expertly positioned the boat to shelter me from the main effects of this such that the boat was on my right. Right is my preferred side to breathe naturally, however, this asymmetry in my stroke from years of unchecked unilateral breathing is also the primary reason why my left shoulder is always the one that gives me grief on long swims as I generally don’t rotate as well to my left. As I had to try and maintain visual contact with the boat, I started to breathe more and more to the right but as the waves were still hitting me hard from this side I was swallowing a lot of water and not getting a proper breath in. The waves were so strong at this point that I was also being pushed away from the boat and then frustratingly having to readjust my position. I didn’t feel totally relaxed and at just two hours into the swim my left shoulder started to let me know it was there.

I asked the guys on the boat if I could swim on the other side (allowing me to breathe more to my left and alleviate the pain in my shoulder), but their initial response was that I was crazy as the conditions were even worse on that side. After suffering like this for the first three hours I firmly stated that I would have a go on the other side and that I could always come back if necessary, potentially even swapping every few hours between sides. We tried it and the effect was instant… my shoulder pain eased up, I was able to sit closer to the boat, my rhythm improved and whilst the conditions were arguably harder to swim in, at least I was guaranteed a breath on my left hand side and at the same time stay in contact with the boat. I stayed on this side for the remainder of the swim.

Flying Along

As there are no land marks when you’re halfway across the Channel, it is very hard to judge how well you’re moving in terms of pace. I felt like I was totally flying along for the entire swim and this was evidenced by a super consistent 75 to 80 strokes per minute for the whole swim. The video clips in the link above were filmed at 8 hours into the swim and you can see that I’m still moving really well. I do not think for a minute that I could have swum this Channel crossing any better or faster than what I did given the conditions I was presented with…my pacing was perfect, stroke was consistent and I felt strong the whole way. I am entirely happy with my efforts and the end result. Geoff Wilson said of his epic 15h15m swim back in July that if he had have been forced to swim further he could have done given how physically well prepared he was. I’ll admit that initially I even found this hard to truly believe but when out there I also felt this amazing energy that would just seemingly go and go. I’ve never experienced anything like it and it just felt amazing.

You all know how pedantic I am about pacing in training sessions and the reason for this is because I know how bad I naturally am at it and is something I’ve worked incredibly hard on the last three years. On this swim all that effort paid off – it went totally according to plan and when the weather really picked up at 7 hours into the swim, I lifted my game even further – I wasn’t going to let Mother Nature beat me now!

Shelley tried to explain it to me as needing to feel like I was on a leash for the first two-thirds of the swim, holding back for when I really needed it. For those of you following the tracker, some of you have commented how it appears like I slowed to a snail’s pace at about 4 hours into the swim, but this couldn’t be further from the truth. At this point the tide was changing directions (becoming slack) and this affects your forward progress significantly. Many swimmers at this point actually struggle to make any ground at all and some even get pushed backwards, so it’s very important to push on here and not take too long over your drink and food stops.

Not Afraid

I would say that I remained in a happy place 98% of the entire swim and for me this is the single biggest achievement of the swim. It’s amazing what can be achieved when you can keep yourself in this flow-state of positivity. I was doing all that I could do to get across to France and I vividly recall thinking at about 7 hours in that if the predicted storm does really kick in now (and that they have to drag me from the water for safety reasons), I’d be very happy and satisfied with my efforts even if I wasn’t able to finish. Whenever an ounce of doubt crept into my mind, I’d start singing “Not Afraid” by Eminem and think about my son Jackson and doing it for him. I know that all sounds a bit cliche but having this anchor to go back to in the tougher moments was so useful.

I read Des Renford’s book in the days before the swim (19 x Channel Swimmer and Australian swimming icon) prior to my attempt and in it he stated a couple of quotes which had helped him:

“Even the darkest hour still only has 60 minutes!”

…this was also brilliant to refer back to, as was another:

“A man who wants something will find a way; a man who doesn’t will find an excuse!”

Getting On With It

I had been keeping a mental note of how many food stops we’d had and so how far into the swim we were, but after about 4 hours I started to lose track of this and actually let the counting float away. This was a good period for me and I quite enjoyed the freedom from anything other than thinking about the next stroke, the next umbrella, the next feed. I had told Adam that I would not ask how close to France we were at any point during the swim, but at 8h50m I slipped and just had to ask exactly how long we’d been going for as I still couldn’t see France or smell the croissants. Adam asked if I really wanted to know and then eventually told me. I asked my pilot Andy where was France and he just pointed forwards and said it was “over there”. Fair point, I took that as my cue to get going and stop worrying and just got on with the task at hand.

Eventually the light started to fade and we paused briefly to pin on a Glow Stick to make me more visible in the water (like my Hot Pink Funky Trunks weren’t loud enough?!). I knew at this point that I was getting very close and decided to stop for an extra feed just 6 minutes after the last which was to be my final surge of energy for the push to the finish. I could see the boys readying the dinghy to escort me to shore and at this point I knew I had made it, bar disaster. Little Andy (Big Andy’s first mate on the boat) escorted me in and witnessed me finishing on the rocky beach in complete darkness and a little fog. I didn’t get chance to savour the moment unfortunately (not even a photograph) as I was being beckoned back onto the boat so we could get back to Dover as the temperature was dropping.

Despite being neck and neck up to the four hour point with Mark I eventually finished 34 minutes clear. As such, Andy won his bet with Reg and we all felt quite chuffed with ourselves – what a day! Sharing those conditions with Mark was a real privilege.

Will I Ever Do It Again?

In a word, no. Job done, next chapter, move on. The training and preparation was excellent. I couldn’t have asked for a better training crew to train up with for this mammoth undertaking. Wayne, Ceinwen, Paul D, Andrew, Lisa and Geoff were all amazing and we always kept each other on track and the vibe was fun, enjoyable and supportive. I’ve had the privilege to train with some of the world’s best athletes in a former life living in the UK as part of the Triathlon World Class Program, but can honestly say that I’ve never trained with more dedicated and committed athletes than these guys.

Adam’s (Young) support through this whole thing has been legendary, especially given the monster work tasks we set ourselves with Swim Smooth. Surviving the sea sickness on the boat was a big thing all in itself. Shelley’s (Taylor-Smith) encouragement in these last few weeks in particular has been outstanding. Not all elite athletes make great coaches and mentors but I can categorically state that Shelley does. She’s been brilliant and both Adam and Shelley were right there when I needed them to help me turn around what was becoming a period of despair after our first swim attempt was cancelled.

My boat support crew of Big Andy (King or “Grumpy” as he is known), Little Andy, the CSA observer (Mick) and of course Adam (Young), Paul (Caunce) and Simon (Griffiths) were legendary. All pilots have their own ways of getting swimmers across the Channel but what really stood out for me with Andy King on the Louise Jane was how quietly confident he was in his own judgement, methods and experience. Andy always got back to me within a few hours on email even going back two years ago when I registered with him for the swim. He’d answer any questions that I had and dealt with me in a professional and courteous way at all times. He calls a spade a spade and for a challenge like this, I personally believe that this is what is needed in a pilot. He was determined to get me across the Channel in a fast time but when the conditions looked as though they wouldn’t give me an opportunity to do that we switched to Plan B and focused on making the best of a very small window between two strong weather fronts.

For me, getting across was always my number one goal, irrespective of time. On the day, everything was all perfectly timed and whilst there might not have been millions of gadgets and computers to dazzle us with technology, there was just the right amount. This to me is the sign of a true craftsman, someone who knows his stuff and gets the job done. It’s a little like the bookworm or “swot” at school who might get the grades but has no practical application of what they have learnt versus someone like Andy who has practicality pouring out of his ears. You can see that Andy positively loves doing what he does and to get me through those conditions like he did was nothing short of extraordinary. He must have been watching me 110% of the time through his little port window as there were a few times when I came close to the boat in the rough seas and he’d always manage to manoeuvre the big boat out of my way accordingly. I cannot recommend him highly enough for anyone considering a crack at the English Channel.

Varne Ridge Holiday Park is where we stayed for our entire trip and I have always been intrigued as to how good this site would be given the tremendous amount of positive feedback I have heard about the site itself and owners David and Evelyn. I knew from the instant we arrived that we’d be well looked after as Evelyn came bustling in offering us loads of free food and supplies to get us started before the grand trek to Tescos supermarket. David and Evelyn are truly wonderful genuine people who were the perfect hosts for our time in Dover. They know so much about the Channel and always have a calming effect on you when you’re worried about whether or not you’re going to get to swim. We all thoroughly enjoyed our time there.

Finally, to my parents Linda & Steve, Shaun & Catherine, my sister Sheryl and close friends and of course especially Michelle and Jackson without whom I wouldn’t have been able to do any of this and accomplish a boyhood dream. I am totally in awe of how Michelle does what she does, looks after me and copes with me when I’m tired and grumpy and manages to look after our beautiful little boy Jackson whilst all the while carrying around a massive lump in her belly. I haven’t seen either of them for nearly six weeks now and can’t wait to get back to Perth for the big reunion. Mish, you’re a legend and Jackson, maybe we can do a Duo to Rottnest one day soon?

What Next?

Well, Baby Newsome # 2 is due at the end of October so I’ll go fully back into “Dad Mode” then. We also have several exciting projects on the go with Swim Smooth that we’re due to roll out in the next six months too. I’m currently weighing in at around 80kg and would like to drop back down to 72kg within the next 9 months. I’ll do this by getting back into a bit of running and cycling (which I have missed dearly) and maybe even the odd triathlon. The Rottnest Channel Swim Solo 2012 is probably off the cards at this stage but never say never… I am however super excited about the prospect of assisting many prospective soloists train up for this magnificent event, potentially even with the view to a crack at the English Channel themselves down the line.

Thanks again for the opportunity to undertake this challenge – it is without a doubt the very biggest and best athletic achievement I have ever completed.

Cheers,

Paul

Ed: Pics and Videos at the end of this post!

Through all the hours of training in lakes, rivers, seas and pools, I hadn’t ever really thought about what it would feel like after swimming the Channel.

As much as possible, I had tried to make the preparation and planning cause as little impact as possible on my family, friends, colleagues and workplace but that didn’t really happen. It is something that consumes you, manifests in your brain and becomes a defining point in your life at that time.

But I couldn’t have possibly prepared for the elation I am experiencing now. I feel I have slayed the dragon. I doubt I will ever do it again but I have loved the journey and I think have benefited enormously from the experience.

I am 51 years old, have the world’s most loving family and am blessed with a wife who accepted the decision, supported the preparation and ended up being my inspiration and soul mate. I haven’t seen Didi yet and don’t get back home for another couple of days but she knows she was with me all the way across the waves. I can’t wait to see her. My three children must wonder what ever got into me. Their support has been extraordinary. They all have busy academic lives and face their own challenges as the rest of the year progresses but their acceptance and understanding was core to my training regime.

So – what of the swim?

Well it turned out being as much of a mind game as it was a test of physical endurance. I left from Perth for England on 22 August and ended up swimming on 15 September. Our window was from 5 – 11 September but we received an early call to be at the boat midnight 1 September which ended up being called off for mounting seas and winds.

Paul Newsome, our brilliant coach for the campaign and Mr Swim Smooth extraordinaire, received a call from his skipper to have a crack on 11 September, which he nailed in amazing fashion against very tough conditions. My skipper did not want to go that day, for which I am now eternally grateful but I must admit caused me frustration at the time. Will I ever get to swim? That left Andrew Hunt and me being the last of our group of seven who had trained together for the past many months to hope for a clear day against the rising tides of the coming week. Swim windows are planned around the spring and neap tides of the lunar month and we were heading towards the week of a spring tide – the biggest which also historically delivers the least successful crossings.

On about 12 September, a good weather opportunity opened for 15 September but it was the day of the highest tide. My skipper provided three options: swim on a high tide (which he didn’t like), wait another week and hope for better weather, or come back in 2012. It was a no brainer for me – I had been waiting in foggy, wet and windy weather for nearly three weeks and I wasn’t going to let a good weather day go by without a swim. We set out sights on the 15th.

My team was pivotal to the success. Shelley Taylor-Smith was my mental coach and channel crossing trainer and was with me every step of the way at Dover as well as having provided me counselling in the six months leading up to the swim (“treat the cold water as your friend” is one of her more memorable instructions). She lifted me through the many ups and downs and set a training regime in Dover that allowed me to remain fit without straining myself. Shelley was made for these challenges. Being a seven times world open water marathon champion and holding more records than you can imagine, she knows what goes through a swimmer’s mind and has a unique ability to point you in the right direction. She is brilliant at what she does. As part of getting me ready, she arranged a skype discussion a few nights before the swim with Philip Rush, who has a triple crossing of the channel under his belt and is recognised as one the world’s master marathon swimmers. That half hour I spent with him was invaluable. Don’t panic; trust your team; a good brain is a dead brain when swimming; all you do is think strokes – one / two / three / breathe – over and over again; swim / drink break / swim / drink break / on and on.

Our 20-year-old son Patrick came over to support on the boat and be with me in the UK. Knowing me as well as he does and having been my support for my previous Rottnest Channel crossings, he knows my swim style and changing moods in the water. He is a great guy and I can’t thank him enough for what he has done. I know our daughters Issy and Anna were desperate to have come over but their studies prevented them leaving Perth.

And then I had ever-reliable Giles Everist who has been a rock of support while we’ve been over here. With his wife Sally, their hospitality has been tremendous. Giles was my third boat crewmember. His friendship, sea experience, boating skills and positive good nature were a constant through the swim.

Unfortunately my beautiful sister Ali wasn’t able to be with us on the boat after spending the previous week in Dover and London with us waiting for a good weather day. She only had a week free and had to get back to Perth on the 12th. While she wasn’t on the boat her spirit was bouncing around everywhere. They don’t make whirlwind people like Ali anymore with boundless amounts of energy.

Back to the swim!

With 15 September agreed, we ate a hearty meal of pasta on 14th, went to bed about 6.00pm and got up at 11.30 and after a big bowl of porridge, headed to the marina to meet Ray Cooper, owner and skipper of Sea Venture II. He’s a gem.

He said the first few hours would be quite rough but then it would settle down about dawn. After getting around to Samphire Hoe, I dived into the sea and set off from the beach at 2.08am, 15 September (my Dad’s birthday).

The first few hours in the dark were tough with a steady swell making it difficult to get a stroke rhythm. I took in a fair amount of water and had some dark moments; why did I do this, what was I thinking? That’s when I thought back to Philip Rush and went into dead brain place – stroke / stroke / stroke / breathe / stroke / stroke / stroke / breathe. All the Neil Young and Van Morrison songs I had on my mind were shoved to the backburner. I’d been listening to Mike Scott and the Waterboys song “Whole of the Moon” all the way down to the marina as a get-into-the-zone type song (it was a full moon night) and that was the only tune that regularly kept popping into my mind throughout the whole swim.

With the approaching dawn came calmer seas and everything started to improve. The sun’s glow on the horizon and the shine off the side of the boat’s hull generated a positive hit. I could finally properly see the crew and what they were up to on the boat. They started writing messages on the white boards from the texts that were coming through on the phones and I thought, well I might be able to do this.

The middle part of the swim was glorious. While I had absolutely no idea about where I was or where the tide was pushing me, I had a millpond sea and no wind although a few jellyfish to keep me company. Open water swimming heaven. Ships were cruising past and Shelley had stepped up her normally unabated exuberance and encouragement to a new plateau. Where does she get that energy? Clapping, dancing, jigging around the boat, throwing the Aussie flag around the place. It certainly kept me amused just to watch.

All the drinks breaks were going well and I never felt cold during the whole swim. The 14 degrees swimming training at lake Leschenaultia and pre-dawn swims during winter in the Swan River were certainly paying off.

I first sighted France about 9 hours into the swim and for me that’s when the challenge started. While my stroke rate remained pretty constant at 65 – 70 / minute throughout the whole swim, I asked at that time how much further and hit another mental black spot. Shelley just yelled back that it’ll take as long as necessary to get to France. I think without her on board I might have seriously had a discussion about whether to carry on although my body was feeling great. It was the brain playing tricks.

The last three hours was a nail biter. While the seas remained calm, I had to swim very hard at times to beat the tide and swam diagonal with the French coast for a long way while being swept along by the current. I could see buildings, cars on roads and easily see the rocky beaches but it ended up taking over an hour before I hit the beach. I landed only a few hundred metres from Cap Gris Nez and only learned yesterday from Ray that it was touch and go for a while whether I would be able to make it through the tide and hit the beach. If I hadn’t made the rocks I would have been swept around the cape and forced to swim another 3 – 5 hours before the tide would turn again and allow me to get back to another beach.

The moment I hit the shore will stay with me forever. A very inglorious exit from the water trying to scramble up rough boulders covered in barnacles, I exited the Channel at 2.47pm having covered about 55kms in 12 hours 39 minutes at an average swim speed of 4.4kms / hour (nothing like swimming with a tide!).

Patrick accompanied me to shore and our bear hug on the rocks was such a relief and surge of pure joy that I will never forget it. I’m so glad he was there. When Shelley swam in and cried with delight, I knew it was all over.

Getting back to the boat and the journey back to Dover was idyllic. I wasn’t cold, the sun was shining, I sat in a chair at the back of the boat and took it all in. I nodded off for much of the journey in my own world.

Job done, everyone safe and well, my swimming buddy Andrew Hunt had also made it across in his boat, it felt as though there was peace in the world.

There are lots and lots of people to thank. Everyone who donated to Breast Cancer Care WA, my extended family, my mates (Jonny Bahen who in his normal straight talking way said in 2003 I had better do something to lose weight otherwise I will have a heart attack!), my work and client buddies and especially business partner Johnny McGlue (who has shared with me some equally challenging moments in our lives over the past few years), friends, fellow Swim Smooth squad members, Baxter our dog, the list goes on.

Along with my own family though, the people I have trained with are the most dynamic bunch of people I have been honoured to meet. We have all achieved something very personal and satisfying.

I can’t thank Andrew, Paul N, Ceinwen, Wayne, Geoff and Lisa enough along with the fantastic support from Adam Young of Swim Smooth. Whether we like it or not, we are stuck with each other for the rest of our lives. We have shared some extraordinary swimming moments over the past couple of years that will never be forgotten. They are very special people who have provided support and assistance every step of the way. I can’t wait for us all to get together again.

Thanks to everyone for your support. The flood of good wishes from people has been unbelievable. I didn’t set out to achieve anything special but the responses I have been receiving have proven that inside everyone there is a thrill for adventure and respect daring do.

Life’s all about making the most of what you’ve got. And if you’ve read this far then I reckon you’re one of that mob!

Cheers

Paul D