Row, row, row your... rowing machine

Sunday, February 13, 2005



Another very much appreciated donation to the cause – a huge thank you to the Prices for the rowing machine. Although, I don’t know why I’m thanking you – this pain I’m feeling is largely your fault!

It has been a weekend of pain. Top-level athletes (like me) are notoriously difficult to live with, so my wife took herself off to London for the weekend to get some peace. I have therefore spent two days distracting myself (from the heartache induced by this abandonment) with exercise.

I’m really too tired to put my mind to writing anything sensible at the moment, but suffice it to say that this weekend, in addition to christening the rowing machine, I have been for a 6km run (which turned into a couple of runs either side of a walk), taken my bike in for a service, and, tonight, I have swum 60 lengths (1500m).

The latter is the reason I’m not really able to muster the strength to type at present. I had lots of fancy ways to express the sentiment stored up in my mind, but in the end it comes down to just one cold, hard fact: I’m a long way from being able to do a triathlon.

4 comments:

swisslet said...

ah - you'll be fine.

Wing it on the day.

John McClure said...

The other worrying thing I encountered at the pool was the 3 metre diving board. I didn't have a go (the diving pool was shut), but I did have a long hard look at it and tremble a little - especially when I imagined something more than 3 times higher.

Statue John said...

I'm thinking hypnosis may be the way round the 10 metre platform dive - am sure many top level athletes have gone down this road...

"Look into the eyes, look into the eyes..."

Poll Star said...

Of course hyptonism just a poncey substitute for getting lashed. Have a few jars and you'll be standing on the 10m board screaming '10m? 10m! I'll jump 50 and run a mile'. Just be careful not to barf. It worked for Beefy.