“Oh God, what am I doing?”
A silent grumble for illumination as I climb wearily onto my bike in the cold darkness of 6am. I find it so hard to motivate myself to train. It’s not something I’ve ever done before, nor something I particularly enjoy. I find it hard to justify the time it requires. It hurts. It’s boring. I’d rather be in bed… So run the excuses of weakness as I pedal down the road. It is particularly difficult to dedicate so much blood, sweat and time to training when we do not even have a sponsor yet, following the withdrawal of Ernst&Young.
Thankfully dawn broke eventually and I cheered up.
After 5 hours of cycling, running, and hill reps, during which Ben and I covered 55km and burned over 3500kcal, I decided to dedicate the rest of my day to hobbling and eating.
But there was no time for that; I spent the afternoon working on a photoshoot of Colin Firth (honestly), and in the evening went to a lecture by Saffia Farr about Kyrgyzstan. Now, as soon as I finish this, I’m off to bed! The 6am alarm for weights in the gym will come along oh too soon…
Here’s a few pics of our morning. I particularly enjoy the one of me being ahead of Ben – a rare photo indeed! (I think he’d just stopped to tie his shoelaces)