After a couple of false starts due to weather I’m set to start my swim at 6 am Tuesday (5 pm Tuesday night, Sydney). I will post this when I get final confirmation tonight and then surrender all social media devices while I try to get a few hours sleep.
I was always going to be the last swimmer of our group. It’s just the way the bookings worked.
My sports psychologist, Paul and I worked on this scenario before I left Australia: the other three would cross and I’d be left alone training and waiting.
Some months ago as I was dragging my sorry ass through some heavy waters somewhere preparing for the English Channel crossing almost upon me, I invoked the spirit of my late father, Bob to carry me the distance. He never let me down when he was alive, and didn’t that day either.