From flab to fab

Waterside D. Before it all went wrong.

No post for a while as we have been on holiday this week for a much needed break. Work had been very stressy for a month or so and it got worse as we progressed towards starting the Waterside D. Ah yes, the D. So what happened there? Well, to be honest we're still not sure. Like most crews it was going to be our last long training paddle before the DW and to that extent it was a success, but that's where the success story ends. The first pound went really well; we were one of the first crews on the water so it felt very DW like for the first 45 minutes with very few crews overtaking us, or with us overtaking anyone else. We settled quickly and really enjoyed it and got stuck into our DW effort not worrying about the faster crews who came barelling past us. Our support (Dave) met us at Honey Street with fresh bottles and we continued on, enjoying the experience and the luke warm sunshine that meant I didn't have to be togged up in a cag. When we got to Wotton we ditched the spraydecks and began focussing on keeping our nutrition going and portaging as efficiently as possible. We were comfortably on DW pace. It was perfect.

Then it turned to worms.

In the next hour we capsized four times. On the fourth one, Adam and I just stood at the ends of the boat looking at one another saying to each other, "What is going on?" We genuinely just didn't get it and were completely bemused. We were not feeling unstable, twichy or nervous at all. We did the hard stuff without any problems; Savernake was negotiated well, despite the end of the tunnel being completely blotted out by the narrowboat in front of us which also produced a shed load of chop for us to deal with. The Crofton flight was fine; uncomfortable, but fine. But paddling on a flat canal? That seemed beyond us. As we approached Froxfield we decided to quit. We'd been paddling for 5 hours and I had started to shake and quite frankly, we used that as an excuse to bail, along with the other tried and tested one that we were not going to make the cutoff.(despite a load of other competitors finishing well after 7 hours.) There's no two ways about it, we quit when we didn't need to and that's left a bad taste in our mouths.

A few days later Adam text me and said that it was strange that we seemed to have problems as soon as we started portaging and that got me thinking that we still have not sorted out our seats moving about (every roll was to the right). I hope that he's right otherwise it's going to be a very long canal section.

Hopefully, we can draw on this for next weekend. Quitting was wrong and it's given us new resolve. We were not cocky but speaking for myself I was beginning to think that Westminster was going to be comfortably in the bag, whereas the D has reconfirmed that we are going to have to really work for it. I have started dreaming at night about the event but there are no mental images of passing under Westminster Bridge; all my dreams currently revolve around getting to Newbury. Let's just get off that sodding canal and then take it from there.

I'm not going to blog again before the event as the next week is going to be very busy, but I feel it only fitting that my last bit of a post is about Adam. He has been frickin' amazing. While I've been wittering on about our training on here, really this DW attempt has been about him. By his own admission he's been a couch potato for the last 25 years with a  predeliction for fine lagers and when he asked me 9 months ago if I'd have a go at this race with him, while a readily accepted I always knew that it was going to be a very big ask. It has been very hard for both of us times and often it hasn't been very enjoyable. Not because of Ad's rubbish sense of humour (I'm used to that, ;-) but the seemingly constant problems that we have faced and in the main, overcome.

Not only has Adam stuck at the paddling, which on its own is a big technical hurdle to overcome but more than that he's put the running miles in, cycled to work, cut out the crap food and all but given up beer (he's even developed a taste for non-acoholic lager!!) and as a result he's now the best part of 3 stone lighter than he was in June. That's the real success story here irrespective of what happens next weekend and because of that we shouldn't fear what happens. He's done his very best and more, he's going to give it a really good go and that's all that anyone can ask. I have been in the fortunate position that I was able to do the DW with my brother last year and this year I'm going to do it with my best mate, two of the best blokes I know, and that for me is enough.

Good luck to all DW competitiors.