I've been swimming for 25 years, and I don't think there is one swim that I have done where someone didn't say beforehand, ‘I don't think it's possible' or ‘You'll never make it'. If someone tells you that you can't achieve your dream, don't waste good time arguing. Walk away and do it. (Lewis Pugh)

I've been swimming for 25 years, and I don't think there is one swim that I have done where someone didn't say beforehand, ‘I don't think it's possible' or ‘You'll never make it'. If someone tells you that you can't achieve your dream, don't waste good time arguing. Walk away and do it.

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