I was shattered. Floating in the middle of the treacherous Bass Strait, my body was falling apart. My arms and legs were cramping and my heart was pounding out of my chest. I had lost sight of the support boat in the heaving swells and driving sheet rain. I was only a few hours into my world-first attempt to cross Bass Strait on wing foil, broken and defeated. The journey had barely begun and I felt like a complete failure.
My journey began six months earlier, during the COVID-19 pandemic. My hometown Melbourne was the world’s most locked down city, totaling 262 days, during
