I hate waves, but I hate cancer more.
Hello friends
Once again I'm back doing the Can Too Foundation's fabulous ocean swimming training program, leading up to a bunch of 1km ocean swim goal races in January/February, and would love your support along the way. But Ellie, haven't you already learned how to ocean swim the last two times you did this program, I hear you ask? Yes, but living in the outback with a flat-as-a-pancake river does not do well to keep up your newfound confidence swimming in a body of water with crashing waves and deadly animals. The only thing that can get you out there is the yabbies that pinch your bum.
Those that know me well know how much I love the beach and how important it is to my mental wellbeing (we don't suffer a one-hour door-to-door commute to work for nothing). But despite how much I love the ocean, I HATE waves. They TERRIFY me. It's the curse of having grown up learning to swim at one of the chillest (but best) beaches in Australia (love you, Cylinder).
Yes, I hate waves, but I hate cancer more. I hate the stress it's caused my family, and the stress, heartbreak and despair it's caused so many of my friends' families. If people I love and the loved ones of other people I love could stop getting diagnosed with cancer, that would be fabulous, thanks.
That's why I'd love you to support my swimming training with Can Too. The money raised will go towards funding grants for early career cancer researchers to hopefully stop this fucker (in all its various forms) once and for all. Any donation, great or small, is ridiculously appreciated and will help me when I'm hundreds of metres out in the ocean, trying not to have a panic attack and wishing I never did this in the first place.
Yours in splashes and bluebottle stings,
EG x
Great to see you’re back into the swimming. Very proud of you.