Training and progress

It’s hard to believe, Swimathon is now only two and half weeks away. My emotions, in relation to the event are that of nervous excitement.

I feel I could of trained more, but the general demands of a busy life, combined with the impact of “The Beast from the East”, resulted in me spending less time than I would have liked, at the pool. That said, I feel generally satisfied, with my progress, overall.

One of my swims, is 400m or 16 lengths, this distance is relatively short for me, but it’s a great distance, for a beginner. I was going to attempt to swim it, using tumble turns in opposed to open turns, however I still don’t feel overly confident with tumble turns and the safety aspect also concerns me. If the lane is busy, tumble turns in opposed to open turns, means that I won’t be able to quickly glance up the lane and assess where my fellow swimmers are.

I do however, want to swim the entire distance freestyle. Freestyle is my preferred stroke, but one that took me two years to be able to swim more than 2 lengths continually.

It was only last May, that I was finally able to swim longer distances, freestyle or front crawl. Unfortunately, there was a protracted period, between September and November, last year, where I was only able to swim short distances. This was because I was swimming either in busy pools, or recovering from back to back chest infections. It was to take till early February, this year, before I was once again able to Swim 500m freestyle.

I have not though, attempted to swim more than 100m freestyle, without a warm up period. This is usually 8 sets of 50m. This will not be an option, on the day I undertake my 400m challenge. To this end, I have been really focusing on swimming 400 and 500m freestyle sets. The last week, I have twice swam 400m without a warm up, aside from stretching, at the pool side. This has been a real confidence boost. I now know I can do it, however I know that to replicate this, on the day, I will need to control my breathing and not go out too fast. Something that may prove difficult, in the midst of the nervousness and excitement of Swimathon.

I also would like to swim it in less than 10 minutes. My PB is 9minutes 55 seconds. I appreciate though, that my time will be dependent on a number of factors. I will be tired to start with, the lane may be busy and also, I have two niggling injuries.

I plan to continue to train, until the Monday before Swimathon. It is my plan to swim a total of 15km, in the two weeks leading up and my training plan looks like this.

Monday 2.3km (already swam)

Thursday 2.5km

Friday Aquafit and 1 mile

Sunday 2.5km

Monday 2km

Thursday 2.5km

Friday Aquafit

Sat 1 km

Sunday 2.5km

Monday what ever is left to bring me to 15km

The rest of the week, leading up to Swimathon will be resting, sleeping well and ensuring that I eat well and with plenty of carbohydrates in my diet.

I have a rough plan as to how I will swim my 1500m and 2500m swim and the times I am aiming for, but I will post about this, in more depth, the week before Swimathon.

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One amazing day

So, we come to Saturday. The Swimathon Ambassadors launch event…it really was a once in a life time event.

After enjoying a substantial breakfast, I rarely have a cooked breakfast, but today was day, that called for such start to the day.

I headed to the vast catherdral like structure, that is St Pancras Station.

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There I met with, my fellow ambassador, Cadi, and also Melanie Berry, who I am grateful to, for helping it all to happen.

For there, it was on to Stratford

We tried, to meet up with a fellow ambassador, Stephen, but somehow we missed other, with Stephen arriving sometime after us.

Then it was onto the London Aquatic Centre and the Queen Elizabeth Olympic Park. When it came in to view, I found it utterly awe inspiring. This was, in 2012, the world stage. The place where the Olympics and Paralympics were held, where elite athletes, who had trained and worked so hard, for many years, to earn “the right to be there” had come together, each representing their own country, to compete in there chosen sport. It was truely was, ne of many amazing moments, that day.

Stepping inside, we were greeted, by someone representing Swimathon. This was it, this really was it!

We were shown to the room, we were to be using that day. There was tea, coffee, juice and water laid out, along with an array of sandwiches, crisps and fruit. We really were, looked after. Some ambassadors had already arrived, others came in after us. It was so fantastic, to meet my fellow ambassadors, each with their own, inspirational story. I was so nervous!.

We were soon joined by Duncan Goodhew, the 1980 Moscow Olympics Gold medalist, who is president of Swimathon, having supported the event for many years. He was quickly followed byKeri Anne Payne, the Olympic silver medalist and Double World Champion, along various people from the charity partners and other agencies working with and supprting Swimathon.

After spending time, meeting and chatting to various people, including Duncan Goodhew and Keri-Anne Payne. It felt very surreal and I was pent up with nerves and running on adrenlin. I kept bursting into uncontrollable fits of giggles.

We then began with a round of introductions. Duncan, gave a very inspiring speach, which I regret not recording. It was brilliant! Duncan alao brought along his gold medal and i couldn’t help, but wear it myself. It was suprisingly heavy!

Then we heard from a number of other people. Those supporting the project and also from McMillan. One thing many people do not realise, is that McMillian support anyone requiring palliative care, not just those living with cancer.

Moving on, it was time to head to the pool, a quick change, and I was good to go. This is when I noticed something very important missing, my medic alert bracelet, which never leaves my right wrist. I thought I’d lost it in London. It later transpired, much to my relief it was at home.

I headed to the side of the pool, attired in my gorgeous swimming costume, courtesy of Zoggs, dropping stuff as I went. I have no idea why I didn’t just use, my “Finding Nemo” pool bag, to carry it all in.

We were asked, if we needed googles. I couldn’t remember where I’d put mine, I was so flustered and neevous. I wasn’t even sure, if I needed to wear Zoggs ones, as they are a Swimathon supporter. It was to transpire, that they were more comfortable, than my present ones!

Swimming masterclass

This was delivered by Keri-Anne Payne, Olymic silver medalist and double world champion. We started off, with a theory session, which I found incredibly informative and from which, I wrote copious notes and then it was into the pool. Having never before, swam at the London Aquatic Centre, it was an awe inspiring experience!

To start with, the focus was on “aquatic breathing”. Something I’m relatively comfortable with. Keri-Anne then spoke to us about rotation and how that leads in to the arm pull. I learnt a lot from this and it was reflected the following Saturday, when my coach pointed out, that my rotation was noticably improved.

She then asked each ambassador to swim, half a length, as to allow her to assess what we need to work on, on our front crawl. For me it was the fact that my arms, aren’t straight, at the beginning of the pull, but rather crossing over, in front of my head. Keri-Anne offered some really useful advice, on how to work on improving this.

We then were offered the opportunity, to have go at coaching each other. This I enjoyed, but found challenging at the same time. I feel like I’m being critical of someone, if I tell them what they could improve on.

Combined with the above, there was lots of fun and laughter, including a handstand challenge. Handstands, were never my strong point, having never mastered them on land. With a bit of practice, I cracked it. I’m yet to see the video!

It was an amazing, if slightly terrifying afternoon. Being videod and photographed, at every turn. Giving interviews, the results of which I, like many people who hear their recorded voice, I cringe at, really pushed out of my comfort zone, but I am proud of myself of doing it.

I count myself aa being immensely blessed to have been offered, such an amazing opportunity! It was great fun and I learnt a great deal and I wil cherish the memories of such an amazing time.

On completion of the masterclass, I headed to the changing rooms, but before heading off to get changed I was asked, by Mel, if I would like to swim a length in the 50m competition pool. The answer was an unequivocal yes!

I was taken aback, as to how cold the pool was and it took my lungs a few seconds to adjust. Then I set off down the pool! It was a “scrappy length”, but it was still a special xperience, for me, to swim in a pool that a few years ago, featured on the world stage. A pool where amazing things were achieved, dreams realised, records broken, medals won and for some, hopes were dashed.

It’s also a place where, for me, I was given a fabulous opportunity. I could have never have forseen 3 years ago, that learning to swim, would lead to a day, such as today. It was such a special day.

On exiting the pool, there was further filming to be done. I would love to know what people thought, as I casually walked through the chalnging rooms, with an entorage of people in tow, including photographer and a camera crew.

One hilarious momemt happended, when two boys came charging along, heading to the pool, only to come up short, stop suddenly and subsequently nearly fall over each other. I ended up, desperately trying to stop myelf from laughing. On film, Im sure I look like I’m laughing at myself, in the mirror!

We finished with a further question and answer session, a quick de-brief. The it was time to begin thr long journey home. I got completly confused on the journey back to Kings Cross, but eventually I made it and then on the train, arriving home, close to midnight. I was tired, but the happy tired that follows a fulfilling day.

Before I left though, I summoned up the courage to asked Duncan for his autograph, for a good friend friend of mine, who regards him as her hero. I also asked for his autogragh, for myself!

I walked back to Stratford Station, with another ambassador. We relived the day, neither of us could quite believe what had happened.

I met a number of inspiring and amazing people, that day. People who I know.regard as friends.

I leave you with a few more photos

Persistence pays off…

Today is “World Cancer Day”

It goes to say it’s may not be a day to be celebrated, but it is a date that needs to be marked. Huge strides have been made, over the years, through research as to the treatment of cancer.

The majority of people, in the UK, who recieve a diagnosis of cancer, will successfully undergo treatment. Treatment that can be long, painful and protected, in length. When I swim, my swimathon, I will be supported by M, herself a survivor of cancer.

Some people however, are much less fortunate. Cancer remains a thief, stealing mums, dads, friends, aunts, uncles, grandparents and so forth, leaving a trial of heartache and devastation in it’s wake. I have lost, two grandparents to cancer, my grandpops and my beloved “gang-gang”, my shadow!

Nearly every person, knows someone affected by cancer, either having lost a loved one or know someone, who thanks to research, treatment and the care they recieved, are still with us. Cancer Research is one such charity that enables this.

Cancer Research, along with Marie Curie; are this years charity partners for Swimathon 2018. They are hoping to raise £2million this year, for these two amazing charities.

There are still 12 weeks, till Swimathon Weekend. Plenty of time for people to sign up and train. This year there is the new 400m distance, perfect for beginners and less confident swimmers. Twelve weeks means that you will have sufficient time, to train, irrespective of the distance of your challenge.

This week, I’ve has found me working hard on my training. On Thursday I swam a total of 2km, in the pool. This included 250m, where I used tumble, rather than open turns.

I am swimming, to 400m challenge, which will be relatively easy for me. To increase the challenge I have decided to use tumble rather than open turns. It may however, prove to be difficult to achieve this, on the day, depending on how busy the lane is!

Friday saw me spending over an hour in the gym, first on the cross trainer. Then it was on to the treadmill, for 20 minutes, though I cling on for dear life, it feels strange to be walking, without the aid of my stick. Finally, I moved on to a machine that is essentially a bike, but instead of peddling with your feet, you use your hands. The peddles are, of course, higher. After this, I ran out of time to have a play on other machines.

Yesterday it was up at “stupid o’clock” for swim training.

It was a great session, in the pool, my coach gave us a challenging, and varied, set to complete. It was also great fun, with lots of laughter involved. Learning to swim, offers frequent opportunities to make right ejit of yourself. Don’t ever be afraid to laugh at yourself (and others).

In the afternoon, water was also involved. I went for a walk, it was pouring with rain! My hair was dripping, coat soaking and my shoes, squelching, it was still to prove great fun! I walked a mile, rested, then completed the return leg, heading for home and dry clothes!

This morning, it was Aquafit. It was a great session, with the teacher introducing some new excercises into the routine. For reasons, I can’t fathom, Aquafit seems to be, largely the preserve of women. There is only gentleman, who partakes in Aquafit. Good on him!

As today is World Cancer Day, I proudly wore my Swimathon T-Shirt, Zoggs costume and Swimathon hat.

Then it was to my final swim, of the week, 1500m. My “Gang-Gang”, my dad’s dad, whom I was very close too, loved to swim, but he gave the sport up, long before I was born. He often told me, how he’d swam “The River Humber”.

Sadly I never thought on, to enquire, did he just swim in “The River” (it’s actually an estuary) or swim from one side to the other. If he had, I would assume he’d swam from Hull, to New Holland. Again, I have no way of knowing. Unable to ascertain, the distance from Hull to New Holland, even with aid of Google, I was however, able to learn that it’s around 1.5km from Hessle to Barton upon Humber, my home town and where my grandad, worked and lived for most of his life.

Swimming 1.5k is now relatively easy for me. Today, it was prove hard work. I couldn’t get my breathing right, a fundamental element of freestyle. I felt like I was fighting the water. At 350 meters I climbed out, munched my way through a protien bar, took on some fluid and electrolytes. My thinking was that I was tired and needed hydration, after having had completed Aquafit.

Ten minutes later, I re-entered the water. There was little improvement, it felt like a slog. Nothing seemed to be coming together. It just felt such hard work.

Clambering out at 800m, I considered my options. Get out and go home or keep going, aiming for my orignal target. Going home, meant giving up. I wasn’t prepared to do that! I pottered over, to the sauna.

A sauna that was packed! I then proceeded to be an unwitting audience member of conversations relating to failed relationships, dumping your fiancee, for another woman, heavy drinking and cannabis smoking! I sat, rested a while, while these converations, swirled around me, trying not to judge others and the lives they choose to lead.

I headed back into the pool, I had decided to swim 1500m, 60 lengths, and that was what I was going to do. It still felt, like it was far harder work, than it should be, it still felt challenging. I had however, come to the acceptance that this was going to be, one of my “bad swims” and to getnon with it!

I was at 1200m, with just three hundred to go and suddenly, it all seemed to click in to place. I was swimming comfortably and with ease. It was fantastic, I was so happy I’d stuck with it, not given up. I reached my goal of 1500m and decided to continue to a mile, after all, it’s only 100m more and the tide might of been a bit higher, on the day my grandad swam it!

I did contemplate considering going on, to 2km, but it was rapidly approaching 2pm. The time when children are allowed back in the pool after the lunch time “Adult only Swim”.

This week is deemed, according to my training plan, from Keri-Ann Payne, to be my “rest week”. It doesn’t mean no swimming, it just means less swimming. It’s time to give my aching muscles and sore joints a rest.

Friday night

Back in the 90’s Whigfield sang about “Saturday night” the song often blasted out, in my student halls, while it’s residents, often tipsy on Lambrini, acted out the moves, along the corridors. That was the 90’s, that was Saturday night…this was my Friday.

I made plans, early on, as to what to do that Friday night. I was pretty skint, given that my last pay day, was a distant memory and I’d had to pay for both Christmas and New Year. There were no wild parties, just lots of trips to visit my family, who reside in various parts of the country.

I already had a swim planned, at my hotel. I did think, that I would maybe meet up with a others involved with Swimathon, but as it transpired, they were staying in a different hotels.

My first consideration was food, but my budget was very limited! I decided to go for a walk, get my bearings, enjoy some time to myself, some fresh air and food for tea!

It was already growing dusk, but the weather was a considerable improvement, to home. For one, I could walk, without risking falling over and making an idiot of myself. Staying on your feet, is always good!

I really enjoyed my walk, taking in the sights and sounds of London. I sorted myself out with some food. I decided on a bit of picnic tea: salad, fruit, yogurt and other bits of nibbles. Having a fridge in my room, was certainly of an advantage!

Tea bought, i headed back to my hotel. After enjoying a bit of a picnic, in my room, was time to head to the pool.

The pool area was really lovely and relaxing. There was also a sauna, jacuzzi and steam room, which unfortunately out service. The pool, was at most, 15mtrs. More like a bath than a pool! This however, cost me the nominal fee of £3.50. Cheaper than what it costs, to swim at my local leisure centre, the day before.

The pool was, initially empty, I was joined, from time to time, by others. Once the were six of in the the pool, it was packed! I decided that as the pool was small, not to concentrate too much on distance, but rather use it as technique and tumble turn practice session.

I am aiming, to complete my 400m, as all freestyle and use tumble turns, in opposed to open turns. Tumble turns, are those used in competitive freetyle. They also help to improved your time. I am being realistic however, in recognising that with others in the lane, some of whom may be less experienced, than I, it may not always be safe.

Tumble turns, once learnt, are relatively easy to execute. They must, however be taught by an professional swimming teacher, because there is a risk of injury, if they are not carried, correctly. My swim coach, knows of a swimmer who burst both his Achilles tendons, while doing a tumble turn. Ouch!!!

Although I can now, complete a tumble turn, correctly, I still get water up my nose, which hurts! This leads to streaming eyes subequently, I can’t see where the hell I’m swimming.

The next hour, was spent practicing tumble turns, without getting water up my nose. It wasn’t always successful and i knew my sinus’s would play up, if I wasn’t careful, leading to me sounding like I had a heavy cold. This wouldn’t be a great outcome, come the following day, when I was being filmed

Overall though I was happy with my progress, I realised that if I consistently breathed out, through my nose, as I turned, it prevented water, from going where it shouldn’t!

I also decided, when the pool was empty, to practice butterfly. Butterfly, is an anti-social stroke! The pool, was empty of people, when I started. At the end, I think I had nearly emptied the pool of water and three people had joined me in the pool. Oops sorry!

Swim completed, it was time to head back upstairs to prepare for the following day….

View from my hotel, at night

Scaling the wall..

I’ve wanted to write, a post for sometime, about living with a disability. Not just living, but living positively, but what I didn’t want to do, is juet talk about MY life with MY disabilty, because then it becomes inward looking and serves little purpose. I needed a base, a foundation and a means of making it relevant, to all.

I do have a disability, I use a walking stick and my asthma is deemed, also to be a disabilty. Asthma is not in itself, a disability, it is dependent on the severity and the impact on a person’s life. My asthma is severe, conseuquently, it does have a quite a significant impact on my life.

I am however, very lucky, today we have medications, and the knowledge, to allow asthma patients, like me, to live a near normal life.

My arthritis, along with my back injury, means that I experience both pain and jpint stiffness. Without regular excercise, particularly swimming, it gets much worse.

Swimming has been amazing for me, it’s changed my life. When I walked out of my physio appointment, I believed that I had been given a diagnosis, that would have a negative impact. What I could not know, at that time was that I had been given, what was to prove, to be a life changing piece of advice. Take up swimming!

We are each given a choice, disabled or not, as to how we choose to live out lives. As Carl Jung stated “It’s not what happened to me, It’s what I choose to become. For this we need resilence and persistence. To quote A.P.J Abdhul Kalhem

“When we tackle obstacles, we find hidden reserves of courage and resilience we did not know we had. And it is only when we are faced with failure do we realise that these resources were always there within us. We only need to find them and move on with our lives”

We each face obstacles on a daily basis, life gets in the way, we pick up injuries, the weather is cold, we’re ill. Some of these are temporary, others permanent and when they are permanent, to quote Elizabeth Edwards

“Resilience is accepting your new reality, even if it’s less good than the one you had before”.

How you respond to challenges, the difficulties of getting started and keeping going, is down to each individual. Every person is different and so it stands to reason, that how we deal with the things that life throws at you, will vary.

To use an analogy if you are faced with a huge brick wall, how are you going to tackle it?

Some will choose tp climb over it, some will stand and stare are it, thinking that getting to the opposite side, is near impossible, before coming to the conclusion, I think I can do this and through their own strength and perseverance, will get there eventually. Others will knock a hole througb it some, may tunnel under it. There is no right way.

A small minority will look and go “Nah”…It’s too high, I can’t climb over, I can’t get round it, I don’t have the right tools, to break through it and the grounds too hard and cold, to dig under it. I give up! They walk away, having never really considered what they could achieve or how they could complete the task. They never learn, just what night be waiting for them, on the other side!.

I spent two years, staring at my wall. I wanted to learn to swim, but i didn’t know how to go about it. I was nervous, believed I was too old, terrified of putting my face in the water. All of these things, along with my health issues, were “my brick wall”.

I am so glad, I didn’t give up. I found a way to overcome these obstacles and in doing so, I found a form of exercise love. I also found new friends, my health too, benefited.

To have resilience and to be persistent often means stepping outside your comfort zone. To stop thinking of what you want to do, but believe you can’t do, to a mindset where you’re willing to try, through the use of your own resources. To stop seeing barriers as a way of preventing from you doing what you want to do, but rather seeing them as hurdles to get over, it’s about being determined. At times it requires more than that, it needs shear bloody mindedness.

I could go on, but I’m heading on the verge of waffling. I will conclude by saying, if you’re considering taking up swimming (or any other form of sport/excercise) before declaring “I can’t do this, I give up”, consider “what do I believe is stopping me?” “How do I face the challenges that lie ahead? How can I overcome them”.

Finally, be realistic…I will never run the Great North Run, climb Kilimanjaro, but I know in three months time I can (and I will) swim 1.5km, 2.5km and 400m over three days, I will complete my Swimathon Challenge.

London calling…this is London calling

Firstly…I have three posts, sitting unfinished. I’m just getting back, to blogging regularly, I also need to get into the habit of finishing posts!

On Friday morning, it time to head to London for the Swimathon Ambassadors launch event. It was prove an amazing, whirlwind 36 hours. Thirty-six hours that where to prove more than “a little bit special”.

To write about it, in one post, would mean that the post would be the length of my discertation and also take an absolute age to complete!

Friday morning saw me awake at 5.30am…ridiculously early! There was no way, in my excited state, I was going to get back to sleep. I was worse than my 5 year old nephew, on Christmas morning!.

There was one slight issue to deal with…I say slight, it was actually one that caused me a level of stress that was disproportionate to the problem. My printer threw a hissy fit! For two hours, I tried repeatedly, to get the damn thing to work. It refused, I tried all the usual tricks…switching it, slapping it, like it was a 1970s TV, getting cross with it . To no avail!

Virgin East Coast website, offered no help as to whether or not I could just show, my ticket, on my phone. I placed a panicked message on FB, at a 11pm, asking if anyone could print my tickets. Then I remembered, I could print them off, at the local library.

At 9am I walked, skidded and tottered, carefully across to tbe library. Snow still laid 4 inches thick and it was where the sun, had melted it the previous day, ice had taken it’s place. Quite apart, from making a complete idiot of myself, by falling over, I didn’t want to fall over, break something, land myself in A and E and miss an opportunity of a lifetime (and several weeks training).

I spoke to a lovely lady, a rather panicked conversation along the lines of a garbled “I’m going to London today, I need these tickets, printed off, please can I do it here”. She responded, by advising me, that I would need library membership, to use the P.C. I don’t have library membership, but I did need those tickets printed off! Neither did I have time to sign up.

Thankfully, she waivered, this requirement ‘just this once”. Thirty pence ligher and 10 minutes later, the tickets were in my hand and I was on my home.

An hour later, I threw my backpack over my shoulder and headed out the door. In my bag was my new swimming costume, kindly provided by Zoggs, a partner with Swimathon. The postman arrived, only 10 minutes before I was due to leave. I love my new costume, it’s so bright and funky.

It was time to eading to Newcastle Central Station. This is where my journey really begun….

The Christmas present, that keeps on giving….

The details of the Swimathon Ambassador programe are slowly coming in, travel plans are being finalised and loose ends, tied. It’s very evident that it’s going to be an incredibly busy weekend and I’m grateful that they have provided me with a hotel, that has a pool and gym. This will allow me, to squeeze an hour or so of “me time”. This will also give me a great base, from which to consider my answers to the videod interview. I have the questions, I just need to sit down and formulate my replies. That’s a job for Friday evening.

Part of me wants to share, all the details, now. However, I’ve decided hold back and share them, as they happen. It’s going to be amazing, I’m incredibly excited and I want to remember, as much as a can and make the most of every minute. It’s an opportunity of a life time, an incredible gift, that has just got bigger, and better, from the time I got the first e mail, just before Christmas.

So what excactly is Swimathon? I’ve taken this from the Swimathon website, which I really encourage you to visit, by following this link.

“Swimathon, the world’s biggest fundraising swim, has been encouraging swimmers the length and breadth of the UK to swim a distance challenge since the very first event 31 years ago. Since then, Swimathon’s mission of uniting swimmers around challenges and fundraising has prompted more than half a million swimmers to take part at their local pool and raised more than £48 million for charitable causes.

A challenge for everyone. A swim for all – Enter Swimathon 2018 and join Cancer Research UK and Marie Curie to raise as much money as possible for two causes close to the nation’s hearts. Swimathon will be returning for 2018 and will take place from Friday, April 27 – Sunday, April 29. This is your swim – from 400m to 5k, there is a Swimathon challenge for you”

I’ve taken part, for the past two years and it is an fantastic event. Last year I swam 2.5km, the year before 1.5km (I also later swam, a “simply swim” 2.5km. This year, my plan was to swim 2.5km, but then my friend P, who I train with, decided she wanted to take part. This year they’ve introduced a new, shorter 400m challenge, this was great for P, as she felt unable, to complete 1.5km, so I signed up for the 400m, alongside the 2.5km.

Then I decided tbat as it’s my third swimathon and 3 years, since my first lesson, why not complete 3 challenges. So I’ve signed up for 1.5km as well.

The ambassador project, will give me many fantastic opportunities, but.on a personal level, I really hope to get the message, out there, that you’re never too old to learn to swim. It will also be a great opportunity to show to people, that life doesn’t have to have to come to a grinding halt, after the diagnosis of a long-term health problem or disability. Life does change after such a diagnosis, but it doesn’t necessarily mean you have to give up, spend your life sitting on the sofa or lead a sedimentary lifestyle. I certainly will never run a marathon or even 5km, even if I wanted to, but in swimming I have a sport, I can regular participate in and love.