Short, but hardcore training for a Monday. Inconvenient weather conditions. Breakdowns. Unknown position in the boat.
As I was biking towards the bay, it started drizzling. It felt like crossing a remote, haunted park with no screaming kids, controlling parents and lovers around. Fall is here. I almost turned back halfway though as the pure thought of paddling in 13 degrees Celsius freaked me out. I warmed up a bit after the streching part but when I sat down in the boat, I was shivering. No kidding.
Peter asked me to sit on the one but last bench. It is a position I had been unfamiliar with. Well, I heard rumours about how quick you need to be on your exit and how your strokes get shortened up when paddling on the last few benches. The rumours are very true, I have to admit. As soon as I buried the blade, I had to start releasing. The first 2000 metres were a very intensive mental fight. Thank the Lord, thoughts are not visible. Each stroke was a battle I had to win. I could not concentrate on the dynamics of my movements, all my energy and strength were directed towards overcoming the idea of giving up. As the blades hit the water, my clothes and body got wet by the drops. They were tepid, felt like 20 degrees at least. Comfort :) I could only think of the hot shower I was gonna take after the practice. I will take the longest, warmest shower ever, I thought to myself. While my mind was busy visualising, the stupid thoughts on when to stop paddling got blocked. Well, honestly they were rather decreased to a managable amount.
The next 2000 metres went better, I was more into what I was doing. I really need to focus as we only have one more training before the weekend. And yes, I did take the world's longest and warmest shower after all...
As I was biking towards the bay, it started drizzling. It felt like crossing a remote, haunted park with no screaming kids, controlling parents and lovers around. Fall is here. I almost turned back halfway though as the pure thought of paddling in 13 degrees Celsius freaked me out. I warmed up a bit after the streching part but when I sat down in the boat, I was shivering. No kidding.
Peter asked me to sit on the one but last bench. It is a position I had been unfamiliar with. Well, I heard rumours about how quick you need to be on your exit and how your strokes get shortened up when paddling on the last few benches. The rumours are very true, I have to admit. As soon as I buried the blade, I had to start releasing. The first 2000 metres were a very intensive mental fight. Thank the Lord, thoughts are not visible. Each stroke was a battle I had to win. I could not concentrate on the dynamics of my movements, all my energy and strength were directed towards overcoming the idea of giving up. As the blades hit the water, my clothes and body got wet by the drops. They were tepid, felt like 20 degrees at least. Comfort :) I could only think of the hot shower I was gonna take after the practice. I will take the longest, warmest shower ever, I thought to myself. While my mind was busy visualising, the stupid thoughts on when to stop paddling got blocked. Well, honestly they were rather decreased to a managable amount.
The next 2000 metres went better, I was more into what I was doing. I really need to focus as we only have one more training before the weekend. And yes, I did take the world's longest and warmest shower after all...
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