My course of study doesn't finish until June and, if I'm doing things right, I should have at least a few interviews over the summer.
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I decorated the pontoon in MS Society colours...
...and made sure that there was some information about MS for people to read. I was a bit nervous, since it was over a month since my last depth training session. I'd been preparing for this dive for months and I knew I only had one opportunity to get it right. Lots of people had sponsored, coached, buddied and encouraged me and I really wanted to live up to their faith in me!
Stretching in the sun and chatting with everyone helped to calm my nerves a bit and I got ready for my warm-up dive. The plan was to do one warm-up dive to around 20m to check equalisation and buoyancy.
Equalisation and buoyancy were fine, but the diving demons were putting up a fight. I didn't hear the alarm I'd set on my computer to go off at 12m so I was finning most of the way down. I felt quite tense and had what felt like contractions on the way down, which freaked me out a bit!
After the warm-up I sat quietly for ten minutes, going through the now-familiar visualisation of the dive. Then it was time for the dive...there was a bit of extra pressure having people watching but that was easily outweighed by the amazing feeling of having so many friends there rooting for you to succeed...it was definitely a team effort!
The team...
"Three minutes..."I lay back in the water, closed my eyes, and concentrated on the feeling of the sun on my face.
"Two minutes..." I imagined the tag waiting for me at the bottom of the line.
"One minute"...I tried to breathe normally, which wasn't easy with all the butterflies in my stomach.
"Ten seconds..." I exhaled fully and took my last breath, filling my lungs from the bottom, then feeling my ribcage expand, the air fill my upper chest and rush through my throat.
"Official top..." Duckdive into the green, the first few kicks...
...and my nerves vanished. I didn't think, I just felt. Felt the hypnotic rhythym of movement in a monofin. Felt the water flowing over my face. Before I knew it, I heard the alarm for 15m, stopped finning and started gliding. The glide was almost imperceptible at first and was only really speeding up when I reached the plate. Not being used to collecting the tag, I fumbled about with it for a bit. Adrenaline shot through my body as I realised I'd made it! A couple of powerful kicks and I was on my way to the surface. I saw Gary, my safety, and smiled, water creeping into my mask. The sun had turned the shallow water a beautiful colour green and I looked up to see the silhouettes of my friends waiting for me. I didn't want the dive to end and almost stopped finning just so I could spend a few more moments underwater. I reached the surface and there was relief and laughter and whooping and lots of splashing!
Here's a brilliant video of the dive that Sam made for me. The first dive is the warm-up and the second is the 100ft dive (skip to 1.42 if you just want to jump to the 100ft dive).
The rest of the afternoon we spent playing on all of the aeroplanes, containers, tanks, tubes, and buses that are sunk in the quarry. The weather was so beautiful that no-one wanted to get out of the water!
We emptied Tescos of burgers and steaks before heading to the stunning Beeches campsite to pitch our tents for the night. We had a celebratory barbeque and I discovered the art of properly toasting a marshmallow. Toasted marshmallows are possibly the best post-diving food ever.
After a late night chatting, we woke up on Sunday to blue skies and a view of the tree-covered hills and misty valley below. We headed back to NDAC for some more freediving and a very special competition; the NDAC Deepest Bikini Freedive Competition! Saltfree sponsored the competition, my instructor Hannah agreed to match whatever we raised and I somehow got all the guys to sign up! Some needed more encouragement than others, who frankly jumped at the chance of some cross-dressing :-p.
Here is the (frankly hilarious) result of our afternoon. It was FREEZING! Sam filmed the whole thing in her bikini - she's one tough mermaid.
It was a perfect weekend, and I will remember it forever.
I also want to say a huge thank you to Mark Harris of London Freediving. To have someone with Mark's experience and insight guide me into the world of freediving has been a real privilege. Mark's coaching for the challenge was invaluable; it allowed me to reflect on and improve my training in a structured way. I was also one of many people who have benefited from Mark's commitment to education in freediving, which I greatly admire. Earlier this year Mark ran two fantastic seminars on constant weight for everyone at London Freediving. He also led an open Frenzel workshop and organised a one-to-one session for me on stretching exercises. Mark's been there to answer all my questions (there have been a lot) and I know I can trust him to give me thorough and balanced advice in the future. I am super-excited about a little prezzie I ordered for him that's just arrived in the post!
Thank you to everyone I trained with this summer, both the pool and in the lake - it's been great fun! Joining such a friendly and inspiring group of people has been the best part of this whole experience :). I have been amazed at how many people have been willing to take the time to help me to improve; I'm really grateful.
Special thanks go to my awesome AIDA** buddies Harry and Tom, who gave me confidence by assuming I'd be able to keep up with them! Also to Tim, who's been a great friend and training partner and who saw potential in me that I didn't know I had.
Last but certainly not least, thank you to all the readers of this blog. I'm astonished that the blog has had over 6000 hits from all over the world! It's been really nice to know that there have been people following my freediving journey - I hope you enjoyed reading!
I can't imagine life without freediving now. I'll post once more on this blog to let you know what I'm going to do next!
Thank you again, everyone!
Lots of love,
Grace
Thank you to everyone who has donated already!
Rather than dwelling on the fact that 100ft is approximately equivalent to a ten storey building, or 6 London buses stacked on top of one another, I will tonight be doing my breathing exercises and visualising the dive, step by tiny step.
There will be plenty of time to reflect on the last 5 months. I also have many people to thank, including the thousands of people who have visited this blog, and I will do so after the dive. I'm excited to see many of my freediving friends, who have given me so much support, in the morning. But right now I'm going to sleep, dreaming of the deep green and the challenge ahead...
The next graph is a DNF swim of about 50m, which I did with at the start of the session. I had contractions quite early and came up 4 strokes after the first contraction.
Graph 2 - 50m DNF
Unfortunately, I don’t know the exact time I started and ended the dive, so it’s a little bit difficult to draw conclusions. Bearing this in mind, I find the following points most interesting:
1. As you can see, my heart rate drops by 70bpm during the dive! It’s very cool to be able to see the effect of the dive reflex in pictorial form. If I remember correctly, I had a 3 minute breathe-up before the dive.
2. The graph shows that my heart rate is lower at the beginning of the breathe-up than it is at the end! This is at odds with what I would expect; I’d expect a gradual lowering of heart rate during the breathe-up and then a slight peak caused by stress immediately before immersion. It looks like I need to review what I’m doing for my breathe-up.
3. My heart-rate is elevated before the breathe-up even begins. I just measured my resting heart rate on the inside of my wrist sitting in the cafĂ© and its 69bpm. Even this seems a bit high – I’m going to blame it on my lack of aerobic fitness (or on the hottie sitting at the next table reading Hemingway). Assuming immersion occurs just before 03:20, my heart rate is nearing 90bpm at the start of the breathe-up and it rises to 115bpm immediately prior to immersion.
4. Assuming (again) that I end the dive at approximately 03:21:20, there is a subsequent leap in heart-rate within a very short space of time – surely this can’t be good for you?!
OK, I have to rush off to training at London Freediving now! Harry's down in London doing a placement at the London Diving Centre and will be training with us tonight :). If anyone has any comments on the graphs, I would love to hear them...
Read lots of books...Blood and Sand by the BBC's Security Correspondent, Frank Gardener; Empire of the Summer Sun by S.C. Gwynne about the rise and fall of the Comanche Indians; The Poisonwood Bible by Barbara Kingsolver, for about the 10th time; and the rather less exciting Contract Law by Ewan McKendrick.
And ate lots of delicious Greek food. Yum.
However, I also did some freediving! I joined Lesvos SCUBA, and we made two trips to the waters surrounding an island that lies just off Petra. Despite the Mediterranean being sadly overfished, the underwater landscape was stunning. As I was breathing up through my snorkel, I watched the shoals of black fish congregating above the pinnacles. I spiralled down the pinnacles, which were studded with black sponges and red starfish, and led down to a mosaic of huge slabs of rock. Following their dramatic countours to the sandy sea bed, I swam around the patches of sea-grass, watching the fish darting in and out and wiggling my fingers at the clams to make them snap shut. Lost in the experience, a few light contractions reminded me that I couldn't stay forever, so I kicked a few times before drifting slowly to the surface, watching the sun's rays flicker through the blue water...
I know some people who feel that this is the only kind of freediving worth doing, and who cannot fathom why anyone would spend time lying motionless in a pool or swimming up and down a line. It was certainly very different from static or line diving, but the experiences were so different that I don't think they can be usefully compared. I can't imagine giving up either. The freediving I did in Mytelini was a rest in one sense, since it allowed me to freedive simply for the joy of exploring the underwater landscape, without concentrating on reaching a target, or improving my performance.
You can't keep me away from training for long though, and I was back at the pool a couple of hours after my flight landed, sheepishly confessing to Mark that I hadn't taken his good advice. "I knew you wouldn't be able to do it", he laughed, shaking his head at me! Sorry Mark!
The pool session was fantastic - I've joined Tim and Nick's punishing dynamic no fins training schedule and am just about managing to keep up - more on this later... I'm off to Saltfree tomorrow and I'm really motivated to try and perfect the 100ft dive, since this is likely to be my last session before the challenge.
See some of you tomorrow - hope you are all enjoying the end of the summer :).
There's loads more to say, but it'll have to wait until I leave my job at the end of this week and have time to write all the blog posts in my head! As usual, comments, tips and donations gratefully received :)
Genie
Genie is my aunt, who developed MS aged 24. She teaches jazz and classical piano, makes music and runs Stream Records, a label for disabled musicians.It took 5 or 6 years before my MS was diagnosed, and I was quite relieved in the end. It was like having a golfball in the back of my head. I thought I was going insane! MS affects people in different ways. It affects my balance and my senses. I don't use a wheelchair, but it's obvious something is wrong with me. The doctors said things like, "well you're going to have to learn to live with this". It's not easy, but music helped. I started to write songs to express what I was feeling. I came across a disability magazine that was advertising for musicians and put together a band called 'Fish Out Of Water'. We got loads of gigs, became involved with Disability Arts, and I got funding. It was great. And I was a working musician! But the mainstream music industry doesn't want to know about disabled musicians. That's why I started to get their music out there. Some people suggested that I should register as a charity, but why does disability always have to be about 'charity'? I want to engage with the world on its own terms.Sadly disabled musicians don't break into the mainstream very often. But you can't give up. You have to make the world take notice.
Collette
Collette has a particularly aggressive form of MS. This article tells her story and in the accompanying video she reads from her collection of poems, 'Party Girl', before MS left her unable to speak or write. I've posted one of her poems below.
Scared
When I'm around
Others
Who have MS
It frightens the shit out of me
All these poems are saying just one thing
I'm scared of getting worse.
"I'm a freediver, it's sunny. Why am I sat here scanning documents?..."- Sam