Had one of the many dinner parties to celebrate my 40th last night and ate and drank too much. I had planned to have today off the rowing but the nagging feeling that I should try to row one 1,000m piece each day got to me and I dragged my aching and tired body out to the garage/office once more. As I said to my wife, she won't let me row the Atlantic so this is about the closest I can get with a full time job. How long one a day lasts I don't know but I kept it up today at least.
I felt dodgy swarming up so again elected to go off fast. I went off very fast. I had nearly half a length on the pace boat after 200m and stuck rigidly to the 1:40 split fot the next 500m; which seemed to go on for ever. I then had 300m to go and had about 1m on the pace boat. The 300m felt like another 1,000m and I only just kept to the target of 1:39.6 for 500m pace albeit with a slower overall row than yesterday morning. Talk about "fly and die".
Despite this I finished the row and thought "I'll do another". Quite where THAT thought came from I don't know. The lunacy of it struck me 500m in to a VERY gentle warm down when my legs were like jelly. I knew immediately that mentally I could not manage a 1,00m at 1:40 pace so paddled the rest of the warm-down with my metaphorical tail between my legs.
Metres today: 4,000
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