Sun- 50miles home->Eastbourne->home (cycle)
It has been a long, long week. Thirteen hours of packing up boxes for moving lecturers, an day of data-base fixing, half a dissertation, and training. I have almost forgotten how to sleep. However, I finished it off with a good night out last night, and took today as ‘rest day’.
Lately, i’ve noticed triathlete Chrissie Wellington popping up all over the place: in 220 Magazine, on-line, in the Sunday Times – the woman is doing the media laps. I have to admit, i’m enjoying seeing her smiling face singing from the newspaper stands. I’ve noticed that, particuarly: Chrissie is always, always smiling. It’s really quite amazing she has the energy. Not only is she an amazing athlete, but she’s an ambassador for a variety of charities, and took up competitive triathlon following a career with DEFRA, and a stint working in Nepal. And, to top it all of, she is quite possibly one of most modest athlete’s i’ve ever had the pleasure of reading about.
Chrissie recently wrote an article in 220 Triathlon about how athletes should love their bodies, nurture them and respect them. She’s not only an amazing athlete, but is also a thoughtful, eloquent writer. Effectively, what I am saying is that Ms Wellington is my official new role model.
My last gym session, I felt myself waning as I did my strength work (my least favourite), tempted to chuck it in and pop upstairs for a freeing run on the treadmill (not nearly as free-ing as a run outside, but warm and convenient…), or just to go home. Instead, I reminded myself how hard someone like Chrissie Wellington has to work to be Chrissie Wellington, and did what I had to do.
A role model is a useful tool in life. Morally, I take my guidence from my mother and my own, personal Jesus. It would seem that my aspirations are heading in the direction of the great ‘CW’.
Made new muffins tonight:
oats, flour, water, egg, baking powder, (now the fun bit:) banana, cinnamon, peanut butter and seed mix. All ready for tomorrows planned bike ride!!