Cottesloe beach had an aura of un-reality with the pre-dawn light and floodlights - making the registration, waiting and starting process feel just a little weird. My zen feelings had completely gone by the time I was near the start, getting my mum to rub anti-chafe cream on me while I struggled to put my suit on in time, getting more and more nervy all the time.
Even on the start line it just didn't quite feel like all these people wearing white caps were actually going to swim to Rottnest that day. But at 5.45am we did just that. The sun was rising behind us and it seemed like the conditions were, in fact, perfect.
The first 10km were fantastic! I was buzzing, I was really positive, I felt great. Every drink stop everyone would say ‘you’re doing great, you’re swimming strongly’ and I would tell them I was feeling great. The food /drinks were working out really well, not too much, not too little - just enough!