ne thing I was not prepared for from this seemingly tame adventure was the storm that would rage inside my head as I battled the mental fatigue and weaknesses that comes with 10 hours of solitude a day, every day. Fifty percent of my view for the day was of the side of a paddleboard, the other fifty percent spent staring into the monotony of muddy brown water. I was unable to speak in the water, hear due to wax earbuds, nor see much with foggy goggles and murky water.
As exhaustion, illness and cold took residence in my body, the seeds of doubt, negativity and frustration took hold in my mind, eventually waging a quiet war internally as I glided stroke after stroke down the Thames with those watching on non the wiser. The lessons I learnt on this swim have taught me essential skills that will be invaluable for my mental fitness in future expeditions.