Eight o’clock on Sunday morning, 25 August 13, doing star jumps in the pouring rain, squeezed into a wetsuit and a bright yellow cap that makes my head look like a giant misshapen lemon, I wonder what, exactly, I am doing and why I signed up for the Human Race, Marlow Open Water Swim.
As my wave of lemon-headed swimmers shuffle forward I try not to think about the nearby sewage treatment works or the manure and pesticides running off sodden upstream fields after 24 hours of rain. Feeling more like a lemming than a swimmer, I follow the others into a swollen Thames with a plop and splutter. Was that a shopping trolley my feet just bumped against? The starting horn feebly squeaks and we’re off; 60 lemons floating down the Thames. I fight my nerves, adrenaline takes over, my head plunges underwater and...
I have my most enjoyable swim ever. The water is amazingly clear and tastes sweet on my lips. I can see my family on the bank cheering me on as we swim towards the magnificent Marlow Bridge. The inflatable course markers seem an awfully long way off but there is a lovely atmosphere among the swimmers which keeps me motivated. The safety crew hover nearby in their kayaks shouting encouragement. One of them checks I’m okay as I huff and puff past him after a strenuous burst of freestyle.
I finally see the finishing gate and sprint the last few metres to cheers from a rain-soaked crowd.
What a great morning! It was tough at points as I’d never swum that distance before without having to hold on to the side of the pool to catch my breath, but the sense of satisfaction and achievement in having finished is immense and I’m on a high for the rest of the day. The rest of the week and month in fact.