The end was in sight. I knew I was going to do it. Just a swim to the headland in front, round the corner and I would be home. It took an eternity, not that close at all, still over 2k to go. The chop gradually lessened and as I finally turned the headland with Dittisham in sight I could once again get into a relaxed easy stroke. We were now swimming against the tide and the finish line seemed a long time coming. My swimming was feeling surprisingly strong but I was tired of the choppy water and the burning salt taste. I was ready to finish. The tide had gone out so far that the last few meters were a wade through mud to the shore. And there was Schmunks and Barlos waiting for me. I felt fantastic and as they told me I had done 3hrs 40mins I totally forgot I still had to cross over the timing mat as I gave a big hug and whoop whoop!
I did it! I’m still grinning and now addicted to swimming.I'm not a crap swimmer, I'm a 10k swimmer.