As I write this post I am sipping on a freshly brewed machiatto and eating a Sfogliatella, overlooking the idyllic waters of Cinqo Terre, Italy. Exactly this time last week there was no trendy Italian coffees or pastries. Last Thursday Tash, Tim, Megs and I were swimming our lives out, making our way across the English Channel from Dover in the UK to Wissant in the French countryside. I’ve had multiple people ask me to explain the ‘experience’ – so here it is. Starting way, way back with the original phone call.
The Phone Call (Oct 2017)
“Hey Maysie, it’s Tash”.
“What’s going on, Tash?”
“Just entering you in a swim across the English Channel next year”.
“Ha, ha. What are you really doing?”
“Entering you in an English Channel swim mate”.
Silence. “Ummm, think I missed the bit where we had ‘that’ conversation”.
“Come on Maysie. When was the last time you stretched yourself physically and mentally, way outside your comfort zone? When was the last time you did something that really scares you?” (Natasha was parodying me and even using ‘my voice’ and intonation, as she heard me say a similar phrase when running one of my high performance programs for her team at KPMG and a number of Defence clients in Canberra).
More silence. “That’s unfair Tash. You can’t take me off in an attempt to make me feel guilty about not joining you. And you know I’m not a strong swimmer”.
“Well, it’s time to become one. And this will be a great experience for you, too”.
“Nope, you still haven’t convinced me Tash. So, what are you going to tell people now that I’m not joining you?’
“I’ll just tell them you’re f*cking soft”.
And there it began. Tash played me like a master conductor controlling a symphonic orchestra. But in this case the music being played wasn’t Vivaldi or Beethoven or Bach. It was me. Tash appealed to my ego, sense of adventure and desire to stretch myself physically and mentally.
“Ok, ok. I’m in” I nervously stuttered. Then Tash hung up. Phone call over.
Driving home that night I rang Tash to confirm she wasn’t joking and that ‘this’ was real. It was.
The Daffy Duck Moment (Dec 2017)
Just before Christmas Archie, Miki and I were watching a Daffy Duck cartoon and they began laughing loudly. Their laughter took me back to my childhood when I too loved watching cartoons. My nostalgia was suddenly jolted when Daffy Duck looked at the camera and in a panicked tone said “Mooooother”.