This is Why I’m Doing One Last – my 6th! – Escape From Alcatraz…
It was 2012 on New Year’s Day that I told myself it was time to eat the fear and agoraphobia of wide open water swimming. I’d learnt about that anxiety the hard way, during a leash-break incident on a surf trip to Morocco while somewhat ‘out at sea’ on a reef break. I was dead scared without my board attached to me out in the open ocean, and the long swim in to shore felt edgy…