13/03/2026
My husband became British champion at the weekend…
Of breath holding.
In this discipline of competitive freediving, the dive consists of holding one’s breath whilst lying static in a pool of water. His huge Viking lungs (he’s half Danish, he he) and strong mental game led to an astonishing PB of 7 minutes and 52 seconds, placing him 3rd in the UK of all time.
For almost 8 minutes he didn’t draw breath, relying on one great gasp, packed into the lungs. Not long after he immersed his face, the mammalian dive reflex would have kicked in, lowering his heart rate to conserve oxygen.
After that it was up to him- mind flowing into pleasant memories, repeated scanning of the body for tension, maintaining a stream of relaxing self-talk, and quietly ignoring the urge to breathe as CO2 levels in his blood started to build.
At around 4 minutes into the dive, his body tried to force him to breathe with powerful contractions of the diaphragm.
This is the most challenging part, to still the mind and relax through these convulsions until they subside.
For some this is a battlefront, will power against the physical body, but for Tom it was an opportunity to welcome the sensation, marvel at it and embrace it.
As seconds and minutes ticked by his buddy kept him informed of the time, and checked in on his welfare, “You ok Tom?” a lift of the index finger reassuring her he was still alert and coherent.
The result was a beautiful static dive of self trust and mastery of mind and body.
I honour his achievement with a visual celebration of our time underwater together, and this peculiar ability to hold his breath for a long old time 💙