THERE is a competition in Irish open water swimming which seeks no such thing as swimming brilliance, but instead demands dedication, absurd perseverance, and a consistent state of average.
ICE swimming is hard but depression is harder, and the power of contrast makes the challenge seem smaller. At least, that’s how it seems to me
I HAVE been lost several times in my life. Twice people so close to me have passed away suddenly, leaving this numbness inside that made memories hurt.
THERE is deeply ingrained shyness and pessimism within me, that can only be cleaned by sea water
I wanted to be an Olympian as a kid. I wanted to travel the world swimming for my country. Not because I was patriotic, or to win Gold medals, but because, to me, the Olympics were as far as swimming could go. And I wanted to go there.