Cold-Water Swimmer

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The Ice Bear Cometh, Wearing Nothing but a Speedo

 

By LEWIS GORDON PUGH

THE NEW YORK TIMES Published: May 27, 2006

I was standing at the edge of history two weeks ago, ready to plunge into the frozen waters of a lake beneath Nigards Glacier in Norway in a bid to set a new world record for the longest swim in ice water. A long white tongue of ice stretched down a narrow valley and stopped abruptly in front of the half-frozen lake. It was without a doubt one of the most beautiful places on earth.

 

My team had spent two days cutting a 700-meter-long channel across the lake, just wide enough to get a support boat to a small, turquoise piece of water at the foot of the glacier. I was wearing only a Speedo, a swimming cap and goggles in accordance with English Channel Swimming Association rules. And this time, there were no polar bears, leopard seals, crocodiles or great white sharks to worry about. Nevertheless, I was afraid.

 

Hypothermia could just as easily have destroyed my chances of success. A cardiac surgeon and English Channel swimmer once warned me that it was impossible to swim for any length of time in water that is 32 degrees Fahrenheit. "A normal person will be disabled within seconds," he said, "and dead within two or three minutes."

 

But my view is that nothing is impossible. On my side was the fact that whenever I see cold water, my body instinctively raises its core temperature from 98 degrees to 101 degrees. That may sound insignificant, but in thermo-regulation terms, it is critical. Before I get into icy water, my body is a furnace. It has confounded scientists and earned me the nickname the Ice Bear.

 

The man with overall command of the swim was Maj. Gen. Tim Toyne Sewell, the former commandant of the Royal Military Academy Sandhurst. He completed the final safety checks.

 

My safety would be in the hands of Jonathan Dugas, an American sports scientist. Over the past two years, along with Tim Noakes of the University of Cape Town, Dugas conducted the most comprehensive scientific tests ever on humans' ability to withstand extreme cold.

 

Dugas tied a monitor around my chest and attached an antenna to my back so he could record my core body temperature and heart rate, essential data to complete the swim safely.

 

When it was time to jump in, I could not afford the luxury of testing the water. It would only open the door of doubt. My mind coach, Martin Jenkins, stepped forward and said: "Lewis, you are the best cold-water swimmer in the world. You have pioneered more swims than anyone else in history. You are the only person to have swum in all five oceans of the world. And you are the only person to have swum in both the Arctic and the Antarctic. Remember that! Ready, go!"

 

I rushed forward and dived straight in. First I gasped, and then gulps of icy water rushed down my throat, mouthful after mouthful, the result of unavoidable massive hyperventilation. I forced myself to breathe slowly and calmly, trying not to lose concentration for one second. My skin felt like it was on fire, and my head was pounding.

 

I had to swim six widths of the lake to break the world record. There was ice to the left of me and ice to the right of me. After the first width, I was already thinking that this was a very bad idea. Each stroke was an effort. After a few minutes, the real pain set in, deep inside my core. It was almost unbearable.

 

Driving me forward were scores of children waving Norwegian flags and screaming, "Heia Lewis! Heia!" (Go Lewis! Go!) It was very different from my recent swim in Antarctica, where the only spectators were curious penguins.

 

I struggled through two, then three, then four widths. Jenkins was beside me in the support boat with a white board. He wrote down my core temperature. It had dropped to 99 degrees. I was exhausted, but he would not let me fail. Just two more laps. I struggled to put one arm in front of the other. I forced myself to work harder and harder, but I became slower and slower as the cold tightened around me.

 

Then the final lap. My arms felt like lead, and there was no strength in them. They turned slowly — one, two, three. Finally, I reached the shore, exhausted and frozen. I stood up. My legs were weak, but I made it — I set a world record for the longest swim in ice water — 1,200 meters in 23 minutes 50 seconds.

 

Once out of the water, I was at the most dangerous stage. My core body temperature had dropped to 97 degrees, and then it started to plummet as the cold blood in my limbs returned to my core.

 

My team bundled me into a boat and rushed me to the nearest hot shower. Dugas was reading out my temperature — "96, 95, 94, 93 ... " Finally, it bottomed out at 92.5 degrees, hovered for a few minutes, and slowly started rising. He sighed, and his confident smile reassured me that I was now safe.

 

"You have done it again, Ice Bear — with a little margin," he said. Forty-five minutes later, I had made a full recovery.

 

At the end of every swim, I vow it will be my last, but I break that promise every time. So I have stopped making promises. There are just too many reasons to keep going. So all I can say is that I want to return to that icy continent at the bottom of the world and push the boundaries just a little farther.

 

How far can I swim? Well, anything is possible with courage, determination and the support of an incredible team.

 

Lewis Gordon Pugh, 36, is a polar explorer and endurance athlete from London.

[ivan]

seems like beyotches oughta be better at this sorta shit

[G-spotter]

I bet he's glad that there weren't any leopard seals or colossal squid around when he went swimming in Antarctica

[chesterboo]

That photo looks wrong. Is he superimposed on that background?

[EWolfe]

Looks like pretty open water as opposed to

"My team spent two days cutting a 700-meter-long channel across the lake, just wide enough to get a support boat to a small, turquoise piece of water at the foot of the glacier".

 

[gavastik]

Hypothermia could just as easily have destroyed my chances of success. A cardiac surgeon and English Channel swimmer once warned me that it was impossible to swim for any length of time in water that is 32 degrees Fahrenheit. "A normal person will be disabled within seconds," he said, "and dead within two or three minutes."

 

http://www.yukonman.com/cold_water.asp

 

It turns out that a normal person can survive for a while in ice-cold water (with a couple provisos) -- watch that first video!

 

Not that I'd want to do that, of course... brrr...

[magellan]

Oh bullcrap

[Ducknut]

massive shrinkage

[TREETOAD]

Fooking loockshury...

[EWolfe]

"Right, then. We lived in a hole in the ground by th'side a tha road, ate dirt, went to work for 26 hour for the privilege of working, starting 2 hours before we got home, an' when we came home Father would slash usin two wit' breadknife."

 

"You try and tell that to the young people of today, and they won't believe a word of it!"

 

"Aye"

[TREETOAD]

26 hours that bloody lookshury!!

[gavastik]

Oh bullcrap

 

Er... what exactly are you calling bullcrap on?

[Z-Man]

Some just seem to like it cold.

 

 

 

[Evank]

"Right, then. We lived in a hole in the ground by th'side a tha road, ate dirt, went to work for 26 hour for the privilege of working, starting 2 hours before we got home, an' when we came home Father would slash usin two wit' breadknife."

 

"You try and tell that to the young people of today, and they won't believe a word of it!"

 

"Aye"

 

"I had to get up in the morning at 10:00 at night, half hour before I went to bed, eat a lump of dried poison, go work 36 hours a day down at the mill, and when we got home our dad would kill us and dance about on our graves singing Alleluia."

[archenemy]

and then I had to swim uphill all the way to work.

[G-spotter]

and then I had to swim uphill all the way to work.

 

Yes, the life of a spermatozoa is tough.