Every now and then, you’ll get one of those days when you’re feeling rubbish or when you have to pretty much drag yourself out of bed to get to training. But then you’ll see the Olympic pool, and all the excitement and adrenaline will come rushing back.
I wasn’t even born when dad swam in the Olympics. I’ve seen videos of some of his swims, although I don’t think I’ve ever seen him in the Olympics. He’s been a massive support right through my career, and it’s good to have someone so close to talk to who knows all about what it’s like to compete in an Olympic Games.
I just always really wanted to swim. It was always a family thing: dad obviously swam, and my sister did, too. And mum used to come along to meets. They had to drag me out of the pool – so there was never any pressure on me to swim. It was just something I loved doing.
When I first walked in to London, I was so overwhelmed by the village, the sheer volume of people. I was just so excited. You don’t know what to expect. So the level of excitement was almost draining, just taking everything in. I was so exhausted after I swam because of all the excitement in the build-up.