Tag: Swimming
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The Source
We looked down from the bridge and were surprised at just how shallow it was. With a shrug, we started running in the opposite direction. Our Thames swim started ankle deep in Cricklade a month or so back but the source of the Thames is actually some way further west. It’s too shallow to realistically swim…
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Running to the Ocean
It is said that in the UK you are never more than 70 miles from the sea. Consider that for a moment. That means that wherever you are reading this now*, you are at most perhaps two hours’ drive from an ocean. Or, if you own a bike, almost certainly within a day’s ride. I…
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Mississippi Calling
My friend Dave, who recently gave us some advice on skateboarding expeditions, is about to set off on an expedition to stand-up paddle board the length of the Mississippi river. In his own words… Dave Cornthwaite is attempting to raise £1,000,000 for charity by undertaking 25 separate non-motorised journeys of 1000 miles or more. Starting…
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Like Martin Strel – Thames Diary #3
Swimming downstream with the flow of a river is about as close as I’ve ever felt to flying. When your arms glide effortlessly through the cold, clear water, and each time you glance to the side, the bank is moving like the view from a train window. I would recommend it to anybody. Our swims…
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Sleep in a field, swim in a river – Thames Diary #2
I feel a little bad writing this. No matter how amazing an expedition, a daily account is rarely the most riveting way for it to be documented. And with a project like swimming the Thames, you’d be forgiven for thinking that one stretch is much the same as the next. That, however, is one of…
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Ankle deep in the Thames – Thames Diary #1
Starting in ankle deep water was never going to be ceremonious. We waved up to my parents who stood above us on the bridge at Cricklade which bore the sign ‘River Thames’ and marked our starting point, then began splashing down stream. Wading through a small river in rural England whilst clad in a wetsuit…
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Training for Life
It’s 7pm. It’s dark and I’m performing my 17th hill rep on the steep street of a quiet housing estate. It hurts. My lungs burn, my legs ache and nausea rises from the pit of my stomach each time I reach the top of the hill. I am alone. No one is making me do this…
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Swimming the Thames
Following on from Running the Tube last year and as the second event in our Greater London Triathlon, Laura and I will be swimming the length of the Thames this summer. The source is somewhere near Cirencester and we’ll follow the river for as far as we can until the Harbour Master in London says…
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A Small Christmas Present
I don’t usually schedule blog posts for a Saturday but I think we can make an exception for those of you online today. Below are two small treats for Christmas. First up, a couple of my favourite ever feats. The ones that are so mad that each time I say them out loud, they make…
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2010 Review – A Year of Adventures
How has your year been? As another precious one slides by, I’ve found myself, as ever, wondering how it’s passed so quickly. So, to make myself feel better, I cast my mind back to the adventures I’ve had over the past twelve months. And it’s worked a treat. What a year! This is the first…