Scaring myself seems to be a large part of why I undertake physical endurance challenges. The Thames Swim is my third large endurance challenge, and just like the others, the same fears are present.
Currently the fears are not that omnipresent in my conscious mind, they just pop in occasionally to say hello. But when they do, rather than running away from them, it makes sense to approach them head on and use them as fuel for the fire, to encourage me to keep going. After all, if I had listened to them I wouldn’t have even attempted it.
In no particular order my fears for the swim are:
- Will I make it?
- Will I get injured?
- Will the injury stop me from completing the challenge?
- Am I training to hard?
- Am I training enough?
- Should I stretch more?
- Am I eating enough?
- Will enough be raised for charity?
- Will I be able to organise it successfully?
- Will I have enough money to do it?
- Will I be able to cope with being in the water for 6 – 8 hours a day?
- Will I get seriously ill from the dirty water?
- Will I make it in 2 weeks?