In my experience, there are three levels of freediving training.

Most divers spend their entire journey moving between the first two.

But the third level…

That’s where freediving becomes something ...

A Day to Remember 

9am, Saturday 22 November at Tattersalls Club, Sydney. This was the moment we’d been preparing for all year, yet as the start drew closer, the pressure built. Time was moving too f...

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...

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...