10/08/2026
I was in Gateshead this week for work. Dinner, then a night out after…everyone getting steadily more merry, which isn’t really my scene these days. I’d forgotten how draining being the sober introvert in a loud room til gone midnight actually is.
I said before dinner I’m going for a swim in the morning and there were a few funny looks. I found out later they thought i was going to swim in the Tyne, under blooming the Gateshead bridge, which I WAS NOT!
But part of those looks might have been I would say I’m not and never have been, a morning person. But I was 25 minutes from South Shields, and that beach is a proper special one for me - my first coach is based there, years of sea dips with him back when we worked together. That’s actually where the whole love of it started.
So even on about five hours sleep, getting up early felt easy. Had something I actually wanted to do rather than something I was making myself do.
No one else on the beach. Water was properly freezing, in the best way. Stood there and just knew it was going to be a good day.
Still thinking about why that felt so easy when so much else that’s meant to be good for me doesn’t.
What’s your sea dip equivalent- when you do it it sets you up for a great day?