This week has been fantastic… almost.
The weather has been amazing in London, especially for mid March. Since Sunday I’ve been wearing t-shirts, and yesterday, inspired by the marina moving Kudu to a new place on a smaller finger berth (not sure I like it yet), I decided to get a load of jobs done on the boat.
I sorted out my droopy spreaders, and tightened the rig properly. I’ve sanded down the cockpit coming and woodwork, ready for a dose of “deks olje” wood oil today. I’ve riveted a couple of blocks to the boom for the single line reefing system… she’s looking good.
I, on the other hand, am not looking so good. I’ve not done any real exercise for ages and I was beginning to feel crap. I woke up at 0650, this morning and went for a run.
The trouble with my running is, I only have two speeds, and that is flat out sprinting, or really fast. I just can’t seem to get into a slower pace, but after this morning, I am going to have to learn. I had been running for 15 minutes and pushing myself hard past an awful feeling derived from minimal exercise for 18 months. I pushed and pushed, far too stubborn to let feeling sick stop me. I won’t stop. Then it happened. I was sick. Oops. I think I pushed a bit too hard.
I had a short walk and then continued to run back. I’m going to run more often from now on. I’m even going to get haircut today!
N,
are you going travelling this summer – if so where. The day skippers course suggests that you are about to set off somewhere
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