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Great Nova Swim challenge

GREAT NOVA SWIM CHALLENGE

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It’s my father’s fault. His advice to me was volunteer for everything. Of course he denies it and claims that his advice was NEVER volunteer for anything, but by then it was too late and the damage had been done.

So when Nova marketing director David Hart proposed that I do every single wave of the 2009 Great North Swim I jumped at the chance

Nova, the brains behind such events like the Great North Run, have taken their knowledge and specialised organisational skills into the swimming arena with amazing success.

In 2008 there were 2,500 swimmers who went off in ten waves, however the success of the fist Great North Swim was so massive and the demand for places so big that that in 2009 Nova decided to expand the field to over 6,000 swimmers with a total of 24 waves in two days.

On top of that Nova added a further three swims to the list - the Great London Swim, the Great Scotland Swim and the Great East Swim and in my excitement I suggested that I try for all the waves of all the Great Swims – 42 in total.

How hard could it be?

Before I knew it I had arrived at London Docklands for the Great London Swim not really sure what to expect.  I had six waves to do and the nervousness, that never went away, started to flutter in my stomach. The Great North Swim was obviously going to be the one that was going to decide whether this challenge was successful or not but that did not mean the others would be easy.

They weren’t. I took each one as a separate race and decided to swim as hard as I could for each one. I loved it. The atmosphere was amazing and I was overwhelmed by the support from Nova and the rest of the swimmers. I was lucky that I got to speak to so many people who helped calm my nerves and inspired me with their stories

British Gas are the main sponsors of the Great Swims and I am impressed that so many of their staff were giving it a go and took a genuine interest in not only what I was trying to do, but what all the swimmers were trying to achieve.

Next on the list was the Great Scotland Swim up in Strathclyde Park. I know knew what to expect and because there were only four waves it was suggested I swim with the elite men in their race, which would take the total of waves up to 43.

Standing alongside them on the pontoon was nerve wracking but kind of cool too – these guys are fast but to actually see them disappear within a couple of strokes really puts you in your place. I think they were all showered and changed by the time I finally crawled out.  Strathclyde Park was another great venue though – a little rougher and choppier due to some wind - but I enjoy that kind of swimming.

The big one was looming and preparations did not go well. I came down with some virus a week before and was unable to eat anything solid. I was bed-ridden and I did not swim at all. Instead I panicked and worried and seriously considered pulling out. The doctor wouldn’t see me in case I had swine flu and most of my friends were urging me to rest rather than swim. My wife told me to give it a go though – go and do your best, see what happens and see how you feel. You have nothing to lose.

I headed off to Windermere for the Great North Swim full of doubt.  But there is something special about facing the unknown. There is the fear, and in my case,  always plenty of self-doubt that I have to constantly battle with - that feeling that once you do start to dig deep there is nothing there and you are found wanting and way below the standards you have set for yourself. But it is a powerful and liberating feeling too – one way or the other you are going to know a little bit more about yourself at the end of it all.

The first four waves went according to plan. Who needs Tamiflu? All you need are five bracing miles in the open water! I tried not to think how many waves I still had to do or get caught up in any races. I concentrated on my stroke, my breathing and tried to soak up the incredible venue.

If I thought the support I got in London and Scotland was good, I was blown away with the response I got at the Great North Swim. The support was incredible and the Nova staff made sure I had everything I needed and were always on hand to guide and help me with a smile

Then there were the rest of the swimmers. From the lady who had only learnt to swim after she sent her entry form in to the first disabled man to have swum the English Channel. They were incredible and gave me plenty of inspiration to keep on going.

Apart from an unlucky kick from a swimmer at the start of the fifth wave that hurts my shoulder, I got through Saturday by the skin of my teeth but at the time had no idea how I was going to get through another 12 waves on Sunday.

Sunday felt like Ground Hog day. I battled through the first six waves and then the wheels fell off. I could not feel the water at all, my shoulders were in agony and I felt like I was going backwards.

At the best of times, I am not a pretty swimmer. I don’t effortlessly glide or cut through the water. I bludgeon my way through, relying on brute force to drag myself forward. It’s not pretty, but it has worked well for me in the past. However, after 18 waves, I had no power left and desperately tried to slip-stream off the swimmers pouring past me

As I was pulled out of my 22nd mile I hear someone shout : ‘Quick jump on the back of the buggy!’ Buggy….… What buggy??

Seeing my exhausted state, Nova had sorted out a golf cart sorted to race me from the finish to the start. It is seconds really, but enough time for me to grin and get some more fluids down. Afterwards I am told it was exciting stuff: ‘Will he make it back in time? Can he keep on going?’

23 waves may have merged into one but I remember the last wave of the Great North Swim like it was yesterday. I could hear them counting down for the final wave and felt elated as I plunged in for one final time. The plan was to take my time, but as soon as I am in all thoughts of taking it easy evaporated. I was tired, sore and my whole body felt waterlogged. I felt very emotional being pulled out after that final mile, and once again was totally humbled by the support I received.

The end is in sight and I have mixed feeling as I head to the Great East Swim. Knowing that to finish the Nova Great Swim Challenge I have eight miles to do, however with so many waves already under my belt I should be an old hand at this but the butterflies start again.

I am swept along on the wave of the support once again and before I know it I am on my last wave. I feel a bit of melancholy and I will miss the Nova crew who looked after me so well. I am deep in their debt. Without them I would not be preparing to face the final mile.

Steve Parry and Alan Bircher are swimming the final wave too - Steve is keen to swim with me but I can also sense he is up for giving Alan a run for his money. The hooter goes for the final time and I push off after Alan and Steve with everything I’ve got. I hang on for as long as I can - which is about five strokes. I love it though and try to stop laughing at the ridiculousness of what I am trying to do - even if I hadn't swum all the other waves there would be no way I could keep up with them. But it's fun trying!

With 500 metres to go Steve stops and waits for me and we swim in together - it's a nice moment and I appreciate the gesture.  I feel elated and honoured and once again am overwhelmed by the reception.

When I started in London I had no idea of the fuss that would be made of this. I expected to fly under the radar; sneak into each wave and just get on with it. But behind me I had the best support team anyone could ask for - the crew of Nova International went above and beyond what was expected of them and it was them who got me to the finish line. It has been a fantastic journey and one that I will always remember.

However even with the aches and pains still in my shoulders I am already questioning whether I could have gone faster; whether I could have gone for longer. And the answer is always maybe next time, maybe next time…