I was barley mentally present until yesterday - six days after landing in Hawaii with the mecca of sinus infections and chronic headaches; I've spent more time with my head over a steaming bowl of water than in the ocean. Escaping the mental stress of 'letting go' of my 'safe' Sydney life and 'income' is never easy especially when I'm about to represent Australia in a sport that I have been competing in for less than a year. I mean, who does that? I never planned for this to happen - it just did.
Alas, today was a good day.
It can be very intimidating training with Australian national freediving champions. I'm a Nemo and they are like giant Octopuses with each tenticle and sucker thing being a gateway to an array of solid freediving-skill-based-knowledge. You get the message. I felt smart for a second this afternoon when I sat outside on the balcony, on the side of a Volcano when Ant Judge asked me a question about mouth-fill. 'Epiglottis' I replied. He looked impressed even though I knew he thought I wasn't going to know the answer.
Self-doubt's a bitch. Self-doubt is my greatest friend which makes me my own worst enemy and probably you.
I have dived with a nose clip three times in my life. Oh the humour.
My first time was the best; I ripped the nose clip off seven metres below the surface, upside-down, flooded my nasal passages and surfaced kicking and spluttering. That was approximately two months ago. Today was the first day that I felt like I had accomplished something freediver-worthy. Not because I reached a new no-fins PB but because I was almost completely mentally present. My mind wasn't cutting my TV pilot and thinking about a Rhino caracas in the dark heart of Africa or preparing for tomorrow's phone call or thinking about one billion other things like it usually is. It was just me and the big blue. However to get here, I went through a few quite large mental blocks.
Self-doubt. Excuses. Realisation. Breaking barriers.
Self-doubt. It's all in your head. Self-doubt is our real life nightmare and it's usually best friends with fear. I hadn't dived in two months and here I am with five weeks to go until World Championships. And all of a sudden I'm telling myself that my goal to hit 50m across three disciplines is an absolute joke. There is no way that I can do this. Why am I even here? Why am I breathing up? What is the point in doing this dive? I'm telling myself that I can't do this.
Why? Because I am stepping outside of my comfort zone. I am telling myself that I can't.
C A N ' T VS C A N
When I was a kid, my favourite school teacher, Miss Lloyd, wrote the word 'Can't' on the blackboard. For some reason she singled me out of the desk-filled crowd of seven year olds and called me up to the board. Miss Lloyd looked at me and looked at the blackboard with that big ugly word 'can't' written on it in white chalk. She then did something amazing and with her hand, wiped it across the 't', smudging it out. She then looked back at me again and said 'see, much better'.
Excuses. I hate no-fins. I haven't used a nose clip before. I tell Ant that I want to wear my bi-fins and 'go for a dive'. He looks confused; that wasn't the plan. I'm confused. Why am I confusing things? I have realised that I am making excuses about something that I have no control over because I haven't tried it before.
But I can. And I did. And you can too.