Pride of the Irish gave me the will to swim on and on
I left Ireland in February, in the dead of winter, alone, to travel all the way to New Zealand to swim the Cooke Strait. I met so many Irish people who wanted to see an Irish person succeed in their adopted country and were so proud to be Irish — it was their belief in me that drove me on.
The fear of failure drove me on through the worst moments; an amazing, humbling week I will never forget.



