3 - 2 - 1 GO!!.... No this
wasn't the start of a race. It was Simon - the pilot - tying to coordinate with
me - the stoker - as we pedalled off on our debut ride on a tandem
bicycle. This may seem like an odd thing to do in the middle of a
training block in the run up to Rio, but I'll get onto that
later... The bottom line was that I was in a forced break from training,
and I had also been missing riding my bike -a lot.
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| A forced break from training-My coach and an empty boat... |
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| learning how to brake safely |
It's worth mentioning here that both of us have the ability to be quite headstrong and we have very, very different approaches to bike riding. Simon likes taking short cuts at speed, seemingly without caution (in a "who cares about broken ribs and a punctured lung" kind of way- see my Mongolia post. I on the other hand am much more deliberate and I like to be in control, so this experiment where I couldn't even see where I was going was going to be 'interesting'. Potential arguments and accidents aside, I was really excited to think that we were going to be out cycling together on a crisp, sunny, spring morning through amazing scenery in the Yorkshire Dales, to a café for tea and cake!! It had been soooo long...
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| cycling and cake... |
I won't say we were
slick through all the gear changes, and some of the dismounts were simply
hilarious, but amazingly we had no arguments and had an absolute blast.
Admittedly there were some moments when I wished I had control of either the
brakes or the steering, but these were fairly minor negatives
compared to the absolute exhilaration I felt in being able to ride a bike at
speed again without the worry of my weak leg letting me down. The very
best bit was that anytime I needed a rest I just stopped putting in any
effort and Simon (who is much stronger than me) just put down a bit more
grunt. The added bonus for him was that he had a great workout
without having to wait for me to catch up. (couples who ride bikes will
understand this). There were many other added bonuses besides, including the
benefit for me of being able to take in all the views rather than just focusing
on the trail and for him being 'entertained' by my constant chatter. Most
importantly we made it to the cafe without getting lost because (according to
Simon) I wasn't in charge of steering or navigation. So all in all a huge success and we can't wait to order our
first tandem.
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| We made it to the cafe!! |
But back to paddling and
the road to Rio... As I mentioned earlier, this may seem a slightly odd thing
to be doing in the final season before the Rio Paralympics, but things don't
always go to plan. One of the lessons I have learnt in
life is that it's the curve balls which, although really tough to
deal with at the time, can often give unexpectedly positive twists and
turns to your journey. I'm not sure I ever feel as if I have genuinely achieved
something or had that massive adventure if everything has always
followed the plan!!
I had picked up a virus,
which hadn't seemed so bad, but it left me completely exhausted. Having
seemingly shifted the virus the exhaustion remained and I wondered if I
had turned into a hibernating bear. I found myself falling asleep in the
gaps between daytime training sessions, and yet I still needed 12 hours
sleep every night. I slept so much that I thought the pillow creases in my
face were going to become permanent! Initially I thought the exhaustion
was a normal part of training so hard, and even getting in from
training and not making it past the first step in the hall didn't seem
that odd to me. I would just sit down and fall asleep -right there - until
my son would come home from school waking me up with the offer of a cup of tea.
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| Bullishly carrying on... |
My coaching team was
getting worried. My heart rate wasn't slowing down properly and
my resting heart rate was up- a sign that my body wasn't recovering properly.
I couldn't even go through a gentle warm up without my heart rate
shooting through the roof. Any normal person might have had a week in bed,
but I didn't want that. Training makes you faster, right? So I bullishly
carried on, pretending to everyone that I was OK, and deluding myself
that everything was going to get better. The team doctor didn't share any
of my optimism, and in a very blunt conversation said that if I carried on like
this I wouldn't be able to train... at all... ever. She banned me from all
training and sent me home with instructions to rest and keep my heart rate
below 120 at all times until my resting heart rate returned to normal.
I hit a bit of a low, but
if there's something I've learnt along the way is that if you can't do one
thing, don't be miserable, just do something else! So when Simon phoned me up
on my second morning of 'house arrest' saying "You know we have been
talking about getting a tandem after Rio well how about we go and look for
one??..." Well my bag was already half packed!
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| Waking up in the dales... |
And this kind of
explains how we found ourselves on a tandem in Yorkshire. It was an
opportunity to get away from the stresses of being at home but not
being able to train. I could get some gentle cross training exercise
in whilst keeping my heart rate well below the designated 120 (so me not
peddling hard was actually Dr's orders, not just me being lazy). But
most importantly it gave me the opportunity to change my focus and to
see opportunities beyond Rio - an exciting opportunity to get back
into riding bikes together, which is something we haven't even been
able to imagine since my injury. Having proved tandem riding was possible
and fun, I allowed myself to dream about all the incredible adventures we could
have and the places I could see from the back of a tandem. This
change of focus made being forced not to train much less stressful and almost
certainly lifted my mood which then no doubt helped me to recover quicker.
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| Some cross training. |
Returning back to the
"now" I am happy to report that I am back in training, which feels amazing. OK my lungs are now hanging inside
out, my muscles feel about 2" short for my body and I still have a way to
go to get back up to full strength. But the good news is that my heart rate is
back to normal and I can easily stay awake until a grown-up's bed time!
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| Back to Training!! whoop! |
It scares me quite a lot
that that I'm going to the World Championships in 4 weeks, when I'm
not convinced I will be anything close to race ready. But race
ready or not, it will give me a great opportunity to practise all my
racing processes, otherwise GB Rio selection (two weeks later) would be my
first race of the season, which would be less than ideal.
This last three and a half
years have not been easy, with some really big curve balls, but I'm
definitely having an adventure, and definitely getting the opportunity
to practise my resilience skills at the same time, which is never
a bad thing!
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| Beautiful Dorney lake on a winters morning |
"If you cant
paddle fast you may as well paddle perfectly slow"... Hours and hours
of slow paddling could have been frustrating, but we have used the time
as an opportunity to work on some technical areas I have been struggling
with. I'll say it again, kayaking is the most technically difficult sport
I've ever been involved with.
"Don't look at how
far you have to go, just see how far you have come"... Each
session we would look for improvements from the week before, not just
stress about where I might have been if I had not been ill so
keeping my perspective positive.
I also feel very lucky
because I've been given something to get excited about beyond Rio. I
have found that there is a way for me to safely ride a bike at speed without
fear of damaging myself despite my wobbly leg.
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| Happiness is.... |
I know the World
Championships are fast approaching, and Rio is just around the corner, but
the question that I find myself thinking about in idle moments is not,
"I wonder how I will get on", but, "Which tandem do we want and
where shall we go first?"
