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Samantha Cowen Gasping And Swimming To Success

Samantha Cowen is not only an open water swimming newbie, but a true beginner to the world of aquatics. The popular Johannesburg DJ trains with Roger Finch who is helping her and her friend Caren Strydom train for Robben Island swim.

"I swim with them at Wits University pool which is an outdoor 50 meter pool three times a week," describes Finch. "As the temperature drops, they are doing well 4.5 km in 15ºC each session at the moment."

This is Cowen's story and her first-hand description of her training and her fears:

"My knuckles are white on the steering wheel on the drive to the pool. All the way to the pool. That’s a long way to be tense. That’s nearly 15 kilometres on a national highway. The temperature gauge in the car assures me that outside it is a balmy 12.5ºC but without the sun and with a nasty, vindictive little wind whipping the leaves on the grass verge up into random frenzies, I think it’s much colder. In fact I know it is.

Inside the car is lovely and warm. I’ve got hot air blowing in every direction possible, warming my feet, my legs, my face. I’m dressed in three layers of clothes. But I don’t really feel the heat deep inside. All I can think about is how cold it’s going to be when I get to the pool. How very cold and dark and overcast it will be. While I’m still fully dressed. On the side of the pool.

There’s a lump in my throat. I am very close to tears. As I take the Joe Slovo Drive offramp that brings me closer to my destination. My heart starts beating faster and faster. I try to talk myself out of it, out of the fear. I tell myself I wanted to do this. I say it’s a journey and each step brings me closer to the goal. I try and imagine swimming in the sea off Robben Island, that freezing scream-it-to-the-heavens blue sea that looks so inviting. In the sun. Everything is better when the sun is out. And today, it isn’t.

And also today I am training with Roger. Roger who hasn’t swum for a week. Roger who is going to watch every stroke. Roger who will pick up on every lazy arm, on every time my arm doesn’t reach as far forward as possible and follow all the way back through the water until my thumb grazes my thigh. He will see when I’m not kicking or when my right arm crosses the midline. And he will correct it. And I will be in the water and he won’t.

I drive into the university. I’m not 100% sure Roger is coming though, I think, daring to hope. I mean, I told him I was going to be there at 1, but he’s been sick and he might not make it. And the covers might be on the pool and I don’t know how to take them off by myself. And I don’t have a key to the complex so I might not even be able to get in and then I won’t be able to swim. And it won’t be my fault. It won’t be because I am scared and cold and slightly panicky about it being only me in the water, the slowest, the newest, the least likely to succeed on the wet road to Robben Island. It will be because of circumstances beyond my control. And then I can drive away, warm and smug in the knowledge that I didn’t bunk a session. I was Getting A Sign From The Universe that I should not swim today.

Roger’s bakkie is in the carpark.

I can see through the railings of the pool enclosure that the covers are off.

The door is open.

There’s no escape.

I open the boot of the car and sit down on the edge. I will not cry. I. Will. Not. Cry. I wanted to do this and I will do this. The Robben Island crossing will not swim itself. And I’m being a baby. It’s one day. One cold miserable day. And next week Caren will be back and Graham will be better and Swimming Barbie will actually arrive and the focus will be spilt. And Roger won’t get another opportunity to see exactly how little progress I’ve made and how slow and how new and how frightened I am. The spotlight will be off. So if I can fake it today, I’ll be winning. So with that less than convincing pep talk echoing in my head, I take my bags, and try to ignore the wind that’s come up again and walk into the building.

It’s almost as cold inside as out. The only difference is that there is no breeze. I walk through the womens’ change rooms to the pool outside. I should stop and take my clothes off, I know that not to do so is just prolonging the agony, but it is SO cold. And I am SO tempted to run away. So I keep walking.

Outside the sun is making a halfhearted attempt to peer through the clouds. It’s like an old lady behind lace curtains, twitching at them apathetically to see what the neighbours are doing. At the end of the pool is Roger, pulling up the thermometer. The thermometer that could, by half a degree either way, wither my already fragile resolve.

"How cold is it?" I ask him. My voice is very strong. It’s not scared. The rest of me is but it is not.

He smiles. He can. He’s not getting in.

"16 degrees."

16ºC. It’s 16. When we swam on Thursday, Graham and I, it was about 17ºC. But it was warm outside. It was 21ºC and the sun was there in full force, the life and soul of that pool party. The whole day was bathed in warmth. And every length and every stroke was loved by the sun. The cold water never had a chance to curl its icy fingers around our sense of purpose and pull us under. Today those fingers are much stronger, I can see them. There are little ripples on the water. It’s waiting for me.

"So, what are we doing today?"

He smiles.

"Go and get changed and I’ll tell you."

So now it’s really happening. I am really going to get into that icy pool. I don’t remember the last time I felt this sorry for myself. Every piece of warm, cozy clothing seems determined to hug me. I get caught in the sleeves of my pullover, I trip while I’m taking off my leggings. My Ugg boots have to be pulled off. All of them conspiring to keep me warm. And all of them have to go. Eventually I’m shivering in a costume. My fingertips are numb, my feet are already starting to go yellow. I wrap my arms around myself, cap in hand and goggles over one arm, and run outside.

Roger eyes me disparagingly. "Don’t tense your arms. You’ll only have to warm them up more."

Thanks Roger, Thanks for that. "So, what are we doing?"

I am determined to be cheerful. If I look cheerful I might actually be cheerful. And Roger is a gentle dictator but a dictator nonetheless. As long as we’re doing it his way, he’s the nicest man alive. But there’s no questioning the process or suggesting shortcuts. Any of those have to come from him. I hope today that some come from him.

"I think we’ll do Tuesday’s program."

Oh great. I don’t know Tuesday’s program. What the f**k is Tuesday’s program? Why would I know this? I just do what I’m told on this journey of cold and misery. Robben Island seems very far away today.

"Well, we’ll start with a 500 metre warm up, then 400 hard, then 100 metres moderate, then 600 metres hard, then 100 metres moderate, then 800 metres hard and then 100 metres moderate..."

It’s like directions. I’ve never been good at taking directions. After the third instruction I’m blank. I’ve got you for take the first right, the second left, go around the circle...but start telling me to turn left at the big tree and I’m long gone. Just like here. All I can hear is HARD and MODERATE and bigger and bigger numbers. I keep smiling and nodding. Roger hasn’t worked out yet that I’m not smiling anymore. My face cannot move. It is frozen into place. For a brief moment I regret the botox in my forehead. I am physically incapable of wrinkling it to show how worried I am. I’m going to look relaxed no matter what he suggests.

"So that’s supposed to be about 4 but we’ll see, that might be too long in the pool."

4. 4. That’s 4 kilometres. That’s 2 thirds of the way to my son’s school. In a warm car. And a tiny mean little voice in my head says, yes Sam, and it’s only halfway across from Robben Island so if you can’t do it now...

I go to the side of the pool. I won’t put my foot in, I’ll just get in. I’ll get in straight away. I’ll be really brave. That’s what I’ll be. Really brave and proactive and...


Good old Roger. He doesn’t mince his words. And as if his voice was a magic flute, that breeze snakes round to lick the back of my knees with an icy tongue.

"I am. I will."

And I will. Very soon. Just after hell freezes over. Which should be very soon judging by the water temperature.

Roger isn’t fooled. OR amused. "You have a beautiful day here. You’re really lucky."

"How," I ask hotly (that is the only hot thing), "am I lucky? It’s overcast, it’s cold and there’s a wind."

He shakes his head. "There’s no wind."

There IS a wind. I can see the pool rippling. I tell him this.

"It could be worse."

"HOW could it be worse?"

He looks me straight in the eye. "You could be wearing a lycra cap."

He’s right it could be worse. It could be torture. I had no idea the difference a silicone cap makes. The sessions we did with Lycra caps make my head ache in memory. He shakes his head again. "Get in."

I get in. The cold hits me like fist to the stomach. It knocks all the breath out of me. My bellybutton makes contact with my spine and stays there. I try to breathe out and can’t. I look up at Roger. He’s standing next to the diving block above me.

"Get going."

I can’t even think about it. The cold has a vice grip on my toes, and my calves and thighs are burning. I think I had some buttocks once, but I can’t feel them now. I may have frozen my ass right off. I babble to Roger. "Just give me a minute, just a minute, I won’t be long, I won’t need more, just a second to get used to it, just a few seconds..." He says nothing. Just extends an arm and points down the pool. And now there is no more respite.

I take one breath. One long deep breath and drop down. Caren [Strydom] and Graham push off from the wall, but I don’t do that. I drop, straight down, let that cold pull me under for a second and then I fight back. I extend my legs and push backwards as hard as I can. I feel my left calf threaten to lock and I ignore it. I’m in the water. I’m under. And I’m going through with it.

I don’t breathe for the first 25 metres. I gasp. I flail. The cold tightens itself around my forehead and squeezes. It tries to get under my cap. Little icy fingers push at the sides of my head, gaining entrance where the hair is creating a pocket. But only a little. And not too far. The front of my face is a triangle of pain, from the top of my goggles to the seal of the cap. The whole stretch can’t be more than 5 by 3 centimetres. But it can hurt twenty times that.

I get a rhythym going by 50 metres. It’s a mantra I repeat over and over: reach, pull, sweep. Reach, pull, sweep. Each time my arm comes out of the water it tingles. All the blood in my body is being pulled to the skin’s surface. By the time I turn again to get to 150 metres I feel more alive than I ever have. It’s an endorphin rush second to none. There aren’t enough Christmases and birthdays and lottery wins to make me tremble like this and still lunge forward. Reach, pull, sweep. My triceps are burning, my thighs feel hot as my thumbs graze past them but they can’t be hot. Can they?

I’m warmed up now. 500 metres and I’m ready for anything. Roger is sitting on the block, wrapped up warmly in a blue bomber jacket. He smiles at me. I smile too because I am so relieved .It’s fine. It’s ok. I’m warm. Well, I’m warm while I’m moving. So let’s move.

"You were right," I say. "I am lucky."

He breaks into a grin. "400 hard."

And I launch myself off the wall to do 400 hard. And for about 200, it’s all wonderful and fantastic and I’m the fastest, happiest little dolphin in the sea. And then...I’m cold.

The cold sneaks up on you. You don’t realize it’s coming. That initial endorphin rush will carry you quite far. Well it will carry me quite far. And when the sun is out, quite far can be miles. But it’s not out. And the dark cold water is winning. Suddenly that arm that was flying out of the water, needs a push. That swift head turn to the left or the right isn’t swift enough not to take in mouthfuls of water.

I try to swim faster, but the power isn’t there. Cold makes me tired. I force it though. I tell myself that if I can’t do this, what can I do? If I don’t have the mental strength to stay in a F**KING POOL for less than 30 F**KING MINUTES, what kind of a useless waste of DNA am I actually? What kind of time waster am I? That a man like Roger Finch who has swum every important stretch of water in the entire world, by himself and after a broken pelvis, who has dragged himself out of bed where he has been sick for a whole week, has the time, energy and heart to stand in the cold and watch me, who am I not to swim? BAD SAM.

This takes me to the end of the HARD 400 and the 100 metre recovery. Self loathing is an easy default position for me. Maybe too easy. I’ve had years of practice. But I haven’t had years of practice in the pool. After the 100 metres I cannot form words. Well, not so as anyone would understand. Roger laughs.

"Just relax," he says. "You’re doing well." He’s such a nice man. Such a nice, kind man.

I clasp my hands together. "DON’T DO THAT! You’ll tense your muscles!" Bastard. He is such a bastard.

Now it’s 600 HARD. And this is the lowest point in the pool I can remember. When Caren is alongside me, even though she is so fast and so good, I can feel her in the water. I can feel that energy, coming off another person, who is on the same path and has the same needs. And I can feed off it. I do it with Graham too, I can be in their wake and swim through the shine and it sticks to me and warms me up and makes me faster and happier.

It is not there today. Today it is lonely and dark. I start to tear up in the water. In the cold, dark water. Every now and again the wind comes back up and slaps my arms or the backs of my legs again. And it all conspires to say, you’re not even halfway through the session. You’ve not even done two kilometres and you’re wasted. You’re finished. Your tank was never big enough to travel this distance. I want to get out. I start trying to distract myself by counting lengths. 600 metres is 12 lengths. If I am on 4 then that’s a third. 2 more makes it half. 2 more makes it 2 thirds. Then 2 more brings the total into double figures. Then two more and you’re done. You’re done. Then 100 slow. And I think about how I am going to tell Graham about this swim. How I am going to couch it so I am not lying but I don’t scare him or put him off. Because he is so much stronger than me, but he doesn’t know that yet. And telling him might make him pause and second guess finding this out for himself.

I don’t let myself think about the 800 metres. It’s a length at a time. 50 metres at a time. I look at the floor of the pool, so clean and clear. I count the lines in the bottom. First line across, I’m halfway, second, the start of the slope to the deep end, third line, the deep end.

I finish the 600. I’m exhausted. Physically and mentally. I’m going to say something. I’ve done 1.7 kilometres. It’s not even half. If I feel this way before I’m halfway, I’m not ready to do this. The whole thing. Robben Island, all of it. Any of it.

And then the sun comes out. It bursts through the clouds with determination and force. It’s suddenly so present and so strong, I wonder if it was waiting for a cue. I wonder, in my slightly warmth-deprived state, if it was waiting for me to hit rock bottom before it stepped in. Sort of like a parent watching a child learn to walk and standing on the sidelines waiting until a real fall is on the cards, and then swooping in to attend to any major bruises.

Roger is nodding on the side. "You’re coming on nicely my girl."

And I love Roger again. I love him dearly because when he says that I know I can do this swim. This session. And I can do THIS swim. This Robben Island crossing. This thing I think about in bed and when I am alone with a few minutes to busy myself doing nothing. And I know that I can do this thing because HE knows that I can do this thing. And that one day I will be able to know it on my own. But right now, I need him to know it for me.

"800 hard?" I say it casually. He nods. I go.

And it’s glorious. It’s still cold but the sun is warm on my back. It pulls my hips up when they threaten to dip under and change my head turn. It pours warmth into the air that I breathe in as I reach, pull and sweep. It’s 16 lengths and I do count them but each one is another exercise in stroke correction, not in my arms but in my head. Reaching, Pulling and Sweeping the joy back in. Of being kind to myself. Of believing that I can do this. That I AM doing this. And I frightened. And I am human. And that is alright.

Copyright © 2013 by World Open Water Swimming Association


  1. Sam- this was pure joy to read! thank you for sharing and you will do Robben Island. Here's sending you all the best for sunshine and success along the way. Cheers!

  2. Thanks for sharing this- and congratulations because you did make the swim from Robben Island on 22 January 2014 in 10 degrees water. I am planning to attempt it in two years and so good to get a glimpse of the training that go into a swim like this.


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2014 Global Open Water Swimming Conference Agenda

Friday, 19 September



Welcome Reception at Mount Stuart House, Isle of Bute, Scotland

Documentary films shown throughout the reception:

Blue Journey-Amerika Samoa – Stronger Together: The Waterman’s Way
(film by Bruckner Chase)

Dancing With The Water, Crossing of Lake Pontchartrain
(film by Wayne Ewing about Matthew Moseley's Lake Pontchartrain crossing)

Bering Strait Swim Chukotka - Alaska
(film by Admiral Konstantin Sidenko about the relay between Russia and Alaska)

The Clean Swim – Hong Kong to Macau
(film about Simon Holiday's Pearl River Delta crossing)

Saturday, 20 September



Registration and Coffee at Mount Stuart House, Isle of Bute, Scotland



Keynote Speech:
Colleen Blair (Scotland) on The History of Scottish Swimming



Christopher Guesdon (Australia) on Multidimensional Roles In The Sport



Colin Hill (England) on Recent Explosion in UK Open Water



Shelley Taylor-Smith (Australia) on The Feminine Code of Achievement - How a Lady from Down Under Revolutionized Professional Marathon Swimming



Simon Murie (England) on Open Water Swimming Holidays: How A New Sector Was Created Within The Travel Industry



Swimming The Oceans Seven
A round table discussion moderated by:
Kevin Murphy (England), with Stephen Redmond (Ireland), Anna-Carin Nordin (Sweden),
Darren Miller (USA), Adam Walker (England), Kimberley Chambers (New Zealand)



Coffee and Break



World Open Water Swimming Awards Luncheon:
with co-hosts Shelley Taylor-Smith (Australia) and Steven Munatones (USA)

Pádraig Mallon (Ireland), 2013 World Open Water Swimming Man of the Year

Olga Kozydub (Russia), 2013 World Open Water Swimming Woman of the Year

Bering Strait Swim, 2013 World Open Water Swimming Performance of the Year

Honoring: Vladimir Chegorin, Maria Chizhova, Elena Guseva, Ram Barkai, Jack Bright, Oksana Veklich, Aleksandr Jakovlevs, Matías Ola, Henri Kaarma, Toomas Haggi, Nuala Moore, Anne Marie Ward, Toks Viviers, Melissa O’Reilly, Ryan Stramrood, Cristian Vergara, Craig Lenning, Rafal Ziobro, Andrew Chin, Jackie Cobell, James Pittar, Paolo Chiarino, Mariia Yrjö-Koskinen, Ivan Papulshenko, Zdenek Tlamicha, Zhou Hanming, Oleg Adamov, Andrei Agarkov, Alekseev Semen, Tatiana Alexandrova, Roman Belan, Elena Semenova, Alexander Brylin, Afanasii Diackovskii, Vladimir Nefatov, Evgenii Dokuchaev, Oleg Docuckaev, Roman Efimov, Dmitrii Filitovich, Olga Filitovich, Victor Godlevskiy, Olga Golubeva, Alexei Golubkin, Alexander Golubkin, Alexandr Iurkov, Oleg Ivanov, Pavel Kabakov, Eduard Khodakovskiy, Aleksandr Komarov, Aleksandr Kuliapin, Andrey Kuzmin, Irina Lamkina, Vladimir Litvinov, Andrey Mikhalev, Victor Moskvin, Nikolay Petshak, Sergey Popov, Vladimir Poshivailov, Grigorii Prokopchuk, Dmitrii Zalka, Natalia Seraya, Viacheslav Shaposhnikov, Olga Sokolova, Andrei Sychev, Alexei Tabakov, and Nataliia Usachaeva [represented by Admiral Konstantin Sidenko and Nuala Moore]



Alexey Salmin Pavlovich (Russia) and Dmitry Dragozhilov (Russia)
on the 2016 Winter Swimming World Championships [film]



Sally Minty-Gravett (Jersey) on Motivating Swimmers



Dmitry Blokhin (Russia) and Aleksei Veller (Russia)
on the First World Ice Swimming Championships [film]



Matthew Moseley (USA)’s Dancing With The Water, Crossing of Lake Pontchartrain [film]



Simon Holliday (England) and Doug Woodring (Hong Kong)’s The Clean Swim – Hong Kong to Macau 2014 [film]



International Swimming Hall of Fame (ISHOF)
and International Marathon Swimming Hall of Fame (IMSHOF)

IMSHOF Induction Ceremonies and Dinner
with co-hosts Shelley Taylor-Smith (Australia) and Steven Munatones (USA).

Recognition of International Swimming Hall of Fame honorees:

  • Elizabeth Fry (USA), IMSHOF Honour Swimmer

  • Vojislav Mijić (Serbia), IMSHOF Honour Swimmer

  • James Anderson (USA), IMSHOF Honour Administrator

  • Dr. Jane Katz (USA), IMSHOF Honour Administrator

  • Indonesian Swimming Federation Open Water Committee (Indonesia), IMSHOF Honour Organisation

  • Melissa Cunningham (Australia), Irving Davids – Captain Roger Wheeler Award by the International Swimming Hall of Fame and IMSHOF Honour Swimmer

  • Sandra Bucha (USA), ISHOF Honor Open Water Swimmer and IMSHOF Honour Swimmer

  • Jon Erikson (USA), ISHOF Honor Open Water Swimmer and IMSHOF Honour Swimmer [represented by Sandra Bucha]



International Swimming Hall of Fame (ISHOF) Introduction Video.
Welcome speech by host Shelley Taylor-Smith (Australia)






International Swimming Hall of Fame (ISHOF)
Induction Ceremonies and Dinner with host Shelley Taylor-Smith (Australia)

Recognition of International Swimming Hall of Fame honorees:

  • Mercedes Gleitze (England)
    ISHOF Honor Pioneer Swimmer and IMSHOF Honour Swimmer
    [represented by daughter Doloranda Pember]

  • Dale Petranech (USA)
    ISHOF Honor Contributer and IMSHOF Honour Administrator

  • Claudio Plit (Argentina)
    ISHOF Honor Open Water Swimmer and IMSHOF Honour Swimmer
    [represented by Shelley Taylor-Smith]

  • Judith van Berkel-de Nijs (Netherlands)
    ISHOF Honor Open Water Swimmer and IMSHOF Honour Swimmer
    [represented by Niek Kloots]

  • George Young (Canada)
    ISHOF Honor Pioneer Swimmer and IMSHOF Honour Swimmer
    [represented by the Catalina Channel Swimming Federation]

  • David Yudovin (USA)
    ISHOF Honor Open Water Swimmer and IMSHOF Honour Swimmer

Sunday, 21 September



Registration and coffee at Mount Stuart House, Isle of Bute, Scotland



Nuala Moore (Ireland) on The Mindset of 1000m at 0ºC



Admiral Konstantin Sidenko (Russia)’s Bering Strait Swim Chukotka - Alaska in 2013 [film]



Ned Denison (Ireland) on Swimming The World



Bruckner Chase (USA)’s Blue Journey-Amerika Samoa
Stronger Together: The Waterman’s Way



Rok Kerin (Slovenia) on Lifestyle Benefits From Open Water Swimming



Survey distribution and group photo-taking



Swim at Stravvana Bay, Isle of Bute


The Global Open Water Swimming Conference is a conference on the sport of open water swimming, marathon swimming and swimming during triathlons and multi-sport endurance events.

The conference which has been attended by enthusiasts and luminaries from 6 continents, is devoted to providing information about the latest trends, race tactics, training techniques, equipment, psychological preparation, race organization and safety practices used in the sports of open water swimming, marathon swimming and triathlons.

The conference's mission is to provide opportunities to listen and meet many of the world's most foremost experts in open water swimming, and to meet and discuss the sport among swimmers, coaches, administrators, event organizers, sponsors, vendors, officials, escort pilots, and volunteers from kayakers to safety personnel.

Dozens of presentations at the 2014 Conference at the Mount Stuart House cover numerous aspects of the vast and growing world of open water swimming where attendees can learn and share the latest trends, race tactics, training modalities, swimming techniques, equipment, race organization, logistics, operations, and safety practices for open water swimming as a solo swimmer, competitive athlete, fitness swimmer, masters swimmer, triathlete, multi-sport athlete, administrator, race promoter, sponsor or referee.

The conference was first held in Long Beach, California as part of the 2010 USA Swimming National Open Water Swimming Championships. It has since been held on the Queen Mary in California, at Columbia University and the United Nations in New York City, and in Cork, Ireland. This year in September, it comes to another iconic location, the Mount Stuart House on the Isle of Bute in Scotland.

"The Global Open Water Swimming Conference was started due to the desire and need for athletes, coaches, referees, administrators, race directors, promoters and sponsors from around the world to share, collect and learn information about the growing sports of open water swimming, marathon swimming and triathlons," said founder Steven Munatones. "Other swimming conferences usually offering nothing on open water swimming or perhaps a speech or two, but we thought open water swimming deserves its own global conference. It is great that the community shares its information via the online social network, but there is nothing like meeting other open water swimming enthusiasts face-to-face and talking about the sport from morning to night."

Speakers at the conference include English Channel swimmers, ice swimmers, record holders, renowned coaches, world champions, professional marathon swimmers, renowned race directors, officials and administrators from the Africa, Americas, Asia, Europe and Oceania.

"Because the audience is passionate and educated about the sport and its finest practitioners, the Global Open Water Swimming Conference is also the location of the induction ceremonies for the International Marathon Swimming Hall of Fame and the annual WOWSA Awards that recognize the World Open Water Swimming Man of the Year, the World Open Water Swimming Woman of the Year, the World Open Water Swimming Performance of the Year, and the World Open Water Swimming Offering of the Year. Special Lifetime Achievement Awards are also occasionally presented to individuals who have made significant contributions to the sport over their career."

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