Open Water Wheway


When I swim, in that quiet, peaceful time when my face is submerged, I can’t talk to anyone or do anything else except move my arms in steady synchronicity, my mind wanders. It has the freedom to think that it rarely gets in the rest of my waking hours. Sometimes it switches off, able to be empty for once, focusing only on the movement of my body, a kind of meditation. Sometimes though it goes into overdrive, planning all the things I can do that day, week, year. Some of those things gets followed through, most of them don’t. However, a lot of those thoughts revolve around swimming. Conversations I’ve had, swims I’ve done, swims I want to do. Sometimes it even just comes down to the  basics of how much food I can eat after the swim.

Eventually I realised I write an article in my head on almost every swim I do. Those thoughts rattle around my head endlessly until I write them down. I figured I may as well share them. So this is an insight into my thoughts and feelings about open water swimming as well as an opportunity to share my love and hopefully encourage others to give it a try. It’s safe to say open water has changed my life significantly in the last few years About

Head to the “blog” section at the top to view my latest content and archived past. If you’d like to see regular updates follow the site using the section at the side or bottom of each blog entry. Most of my content is swim related but you may occasionally see other themes running through too. They’re often just a chance for me to clear my head. 

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In today’s world of social media perfection where only the highlights of people’s lives are published please remember this blog is about the highlights, the good bits, the bits I’ve loved. The boring stuff still goes on in the background! Thanks for reading.




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