Redemption at the Guinness Headquarters: How I Obliterated My Own Water-Moving Record
Some records are broken. Others are obliterated.
After five years of splashes, spills, and near-misses, you’d think I’d be done messing with buckets. But nope. I went back for more—and this time, I didn’t just beat my old Guinness World Record. I annihilated it. Guinness World Records’ Will Munford, host of my record breaking adventures at GWR HQ in London is full of puns so I thought I’d share a few more in a post.
From Disqualified to Drenched in Glory
Let’s rewind. Last time I told you about the “easiest” Guinness World Record I ever attempted: most water moved by hand in 30 seconds. Just hand to water to pitcher. No tools. No tricks. No excuses. Except it was 5 years from my first attempt until I *finally* had the record approved after 3 disqualifications.
My old record that was finally approved? 3323 mL. Respectable. But not enough to quench my thirst.
So what did I do? I went straight to the source—the headquarters of Guinness World Records in London. If you’re going to break a record, why not do it under the watchful eyes of the source themselves?
Chaos, Clarity, and a Whole Lot of Water
I’m in a conference room that looks more like a James Bond villain lair than a place for water sports. My heart’s racing. Hands ready. Buckets locked in.
The first scoop? Glorious. The second? A tidal wave. I was in the zone. Splash after splash, I moved water like Poseidon on espresso.
This wasn’t just about doing it. It was about doing it right. After previous disqualifications for technicalities, this was my redemption run. Every angle was checked. Every rule followed.
5100 Milliliters. Thirty Seconds. One Champion.
When the clock stopped, the judges leaned in. The measurements were made. I held my breath.
5100 mL.
I didn’t just break the record—I blew past it. That’s 1.5 liters more than my old attempt. That’s a small bottle of Coke. That’s victory, baby.
The technical team was a bit concerned because while lots of water made it to the target, possibly more made it on to the floor, the table, the couch and even the cameras or microphone (fortunately no electronic equipment was destroyed).
The Sweet Taste of Soaked Success
Persistence pays off, the weirdest goals can lead to rewarding victories, and that sometimes, breaking your own record is even sweeter than setting the first one.
There’s something special about failing publicly, learning hard lessons, and coming back to crush it in front of the very people who make the rules. That’s growth. That’s hustle. That’s the Record Breaker Rush way