My new life.

For over 15 years I have been mountain biking. Training every Sunday morning, rain, sell, snow, nothing stopped me. I did rallies or very long hikes like Orléans-Chambord. The long distances did not scare me, on the contrary, I fed on it.

A herniated disc was the turning point of my new sports life.

After the doctor's diagnosis, the sport as I understood it, was over! My vertebrae would no longer bear the shock of my excesses, morally it was the descent into hell. I had to get used to the idea that mountain biking and other somewhat too intensive sports were no longer for me!

During my long and painful days, during which I slept and walked, the only thing that worked pretty well at home was my brain!

I had to objectively view the future. Work and sport seemed to me to be well compromised. In a moment of clairvoyance, (maybe a moment when I was not feeling sorry for myself) I remembered that being young, I was swimming in a club. It gave me an idea! During the physiotherapy session that followed, I asked my therapist (by putting in the forms, which was not my strength, I was a little ..... hot hot at that time), if I could go at the swimming pool. I didn't want to train but just swim, be able to move in a place where the body is not affected by weightlessness. I received, with pleasure, the green light but with strict recommendations.

now i'm flying

C hampionnat of Vichy France

It had been 30 years since I last swam. I had just returned with my children to teach them how to move in the water. Learning to swim to my children seemed normal to me (little personal message). I left club swimming at 15, to do like my friends, football, tennis and any other land sport that involves more madness, more sensations than swimming.

But now, I had no choice, it was that or nothing!

After a few sessions, I found myself enjoying it. The lengths were linked, week after week, and I was surprised to find the sensations I had when I was young. What is true is that I had forgotten the instructions of my physiotherapist (the natural comes back at a gallop!), The chronometer once again became a justice of the peace.

Championnat de France de Millau

Championnat de France de Chalon sur Saône

I'm not sure I can be specific about what really happened after but one of the things I remember is that a good year later, a bathing supervisor who was "freelancing" at the pool , approached me and suggested that I join and swim in a club. She said that I had great potential.

After a short period of reflection, I took the plunge. Without saying anything to my physiotherapist, I took a license and I started training in the masters section (swimmers over 25 years old, some to continue the competition, have a second life and others to know swimming in spirit club). What a "foot"! Confront with other swimmers who, like me, have the same spirit of performance. I was glad to see that I was among the best. No news of my herniated disc and, good news by calling another, my trainer, who was a woman, offered me a competition. Wow !!! resume competition at 49, be on the edge of a swimming pool waiting for his streak, hear his name, appear in front of the starting block, ordered by the starter, climb on it and ... weirdly , at that moment, you do not wait and you see nothing more! The heart hits too much in the chest, your eyes get confused and after a long silence, the starter puts you back in reality by shouting ..... on your marks .... close ... go ...... My first race: a 50 meter breaststroke. I unplug my brain and go for it, I'm ready! It was the start of a great story that took me to five French championships and a world championship in Budapest. I specify, in my age category! Unpretentious, I never had a title in these different competitions but the satisfaction of having participated. I managed to have multiple regional titles in all disciplines (breaststroke, crawl, back-crawl, butterfly and relay).


I left swimming for two years because I wanted to see something else, as you see on this site. The following year I entered two "open water" competitions, that is, swimming in a lake or a pond. It was a disaster from the point of view of results but not serious. I realized that swimming in a large body of water was magical, like a taste of freedom!

I think I started by saying in this little text, herniated disc, descent into hell, finished land sports and as you saw on one of the pages, I started triathlon and continuous training always with more pleasure but retaining the result in thought, always hoping to be the best in my age category.

Long live amateur sport!

Lac de Mémac 

Lac d'Annecy

Etang du puits

Etang Grand Pont