Everything has to start somewhere though I wish it was a slightly more auspicious start the Alan Partridge esq
Pork pie dinner in a Norwich travelodge! (As a side note Asda pork pies are shockingly bad so don't even make a good tasting guilty tea)
I'm on route to the relays via an offshore survival course on the back of a layup post st polten, 8 weeks at sea and a chest infection that took 3 weeks and two courses of antibiotics to cure. The car is load with Tri kit and the more important case of booze to make the last drink prior to Kalmer a tasty one, though in true BCTTT fashion completely forgot to pack any trousers so off to course this morning in rugby shorts, pure class
This is going to be a struggle but I suppose ultimately that's the appeal; there is no training routine I can follow that will get me guaranteed through it, no easy 20 week program to churn out and things will be ok. The outcome is unknown and will be to the end. I've taken a different job to try and accomplish this which means I have a 5/5 week rotation on ship roughly so can plan ahead. The hope is to use the time at sea to lose weight and maintain fitness or make minor gains if possible and beast myself in the 5 weeks at home each time.
Why is something I've yet to fully rationalise, which may not even be possible; the wheels and now in motion and once they start they can't be stopped. The longest journey starts with the first step and so it begins
We are the Pilgrims, master; we shall go
Always a little further: it may be
Beyond that last blue mountain barred with snow,
Across that angry or that glimmering sea,
White on a throne or guarded in a cave
There lives a prophet who can understand
Why men were born: but surely we are brave,
Who take the Golden Road to Kalmar