For cheers sake, I’ll fast forward to now, to 2022, and throwing myself around Cardiff International White Water centre with club mates.
I can hardly believe how brave I feel and how different I am.
I can’t believe I am the kind of person that goes kayaking down a river on a weekly basis.
I can hardly believe I am the kind of person that loves seeing bruises on my legs and recounting which swim they came from.
I can’t believe I am now the kind of person who drove across the whole of Wales to attend the She Paddles Festival ALL ALONE!
I can’t stop laughing at the thought that after a lifetime of being the quiet, nerdy art kid, scared of their own shadow – I could potentially be referred to as a sports person. Hilarious.
I’ve always been anxious – a quiet worrying kid and a quiet worrying adult. I’ve struggled with Generalised Anxiety Disorder for far longer than when I was officially diagnosed in 2009. It’s affected every facet of my life in a negative way. My least favourite symptom is anxiety driven IBS. Oh lord, do I have some stories.
Kayaking hasn’t completely cured me of course – but it has certainly helped me more than anything else I have ever tried. I have never felt so completely in my body than I have when I am kayaking. It’s a total Inner Body Experience for me. Infact, the most enlightening moment for me came on a #shepaddles event. A weekend of so many firsts – my first river, my first time using a spray deck, my first swim! I attended an ‘Introduction To White Water’ at TNR in Llangollen, organised by Lisa Dickinson. My first capsize came on the River Llugwy, and I immediately panicked. Although, to my amazement, I still had thoughts. Super slow, slow motion thoughts, but thoughts! I remembered Lisa taking me through what to think first when you go upside down – ‘DECK!’ I attempted some feeble flailing towards wherever I guessed my deck was. Wrong. I had that horrible ‘my head wants to go for air but my body is still in the boat,’ instinct, so I just started kicking until I was free and my head got what it wanted. I remember panicked doggy paddling to the river bank and slowly pulling myself out of the water with every ounce of strength I could possibly muster, thinking ‘surely now I am out to sea. I must have lost the whole team.’ When I turned around and saw where everyone was, I could have died laughing if I had the strength. Then, after a moment of coached slow breathing from Robson, a wave of euphoria like nothing I have ever had in my entire life.
This body, this amazing human body, was no longer a desk body. It was a forever changed body.
It was an amazing human brain, in an amazing human machine. Nothing – not anxiety, not IBS, not depression – would ever win over that feeling. It was bigger than my entire being.