While she’s busy shattering records, she’s also making a beeline for the nearest caramel milkshake with the same determination that she shows in the water. Breakfast at Emma’s is a tale of contradictions. She starts her day with a wholesome spread of peanut butter toast, Weet-Bix drizzled with honey, and a cup of coffee strong enough to revive a sunken ship.
Her morning tea is a masterpiece worthy of at least a few hundred Instagram likes: a vibrant bowl of oats, topped with a fruit salad that looks like it was arranged by a fruit ninja with OCD. Lunch? Just your average wrap stuffed with enough avocado, eggs, and veggies to make a rabbit weep with envy. Ariarne’s afternoon tea involves another round of black coffee accompanied by either rice cakes or a bowl of rice cereal, just to keep things interesting.
Kate Sweeney, the nutritionist with a calculator for a brain and a firm belief that too little food equals too little speed is armed with stats to prove that swimmers need to chow down on at least 2,500 calories a day to avoid turning into human sloths. Apparently, those who skimp on carbs and opt for rabbit food are doomed to swim at a pace that would embarrass a manatee. Lunch for Katie is a simple eggs on toast, occasionally jazzed up with spinach or tomatoes.
And when the afternoon slump hits, Katie reaches for a chocolate protein shake. Dinner is where Katie really shines, turning into a culinary chameleon who likes to mix things up. With 85 kilograms of pure muscle and just 8 percent body fat, he’s not just swimming; he’s practically parting the waters like a modern-day Moses.
His breakfast consisted of three fried egg sandwiches, chocolate-chip pancakes, a five-egg omelette, and more sugar-coated French toast. Lunch and dinner were equally epic, with half a kilo of pasta at each meal, sandwiches slathered in mayo, and enough energy drinks to fuel a rocket launch. When you’re churning through water like a deranged dolphin, clocking up 13 kilometers a day, six to seven days a week, you’d be forgiven for indulging in a few little luxuries.
It turns out that behind every gleaming gold medal, there lurks a stash of peanut butter, berries, bananas, and oats—plus, for the truly reckless, a scandalous sprinkle of cayenne pepper. Who knew that the secret to aquatic excellence involved a breakfast that could double as a small explosive device?.
