1996 — Slovakia. A cold, dark, communist-era pool. Uninviting, but familiar. A team of nine elite swimmers and me, 17 years old. I remember feeling the weakest of them all. The goal: to swim more than...

Last weekend, I stood on the pool deck in Sydney, ready to compete in two disciplines that have shaped much of my freediving journey: Dynamic with a monofin (DYN) and Dynamic No Fins (DNF).

Four year...

May 31, 2:30am, Melbourne. Competition day. Pounding headache, nausea, and barely any sleep behind me. The kind of day where the logical choice is to stay in bed and regroup. And I very nearly did.

M...

In freediving, and in life, it’s easy to fall into the trap of chasing numbers—time, distance, depth. These goals are clear, measurable, and sometimes necessary, especially when we’re working toward a...

Have you ever had a dive so pure, so effortless, that when you close your eyes and relive it, tears of joy stream down your face? That happened to me yesterday. I experienced the most beautiful, smoot...

A few days ago I received my official Guinness WR Certificate and it goes straight to the pool room! Most Aussies know what this expression means. The idiom comes from the 1997 Australian iconic movie...