It will be 2016 before I spend my next Christmas and New Year at home in England so the convenient excuse of needing to ‘bulk up’ ahead of the ocean row came in particularly handy.
A wise man once said, ‘by failing to prepare, you prepare to fail’, so I followed instructions and climbed a way up the weight scales through an effective combination of German Christmas market indulgences, including, but not limited to, Bratwurst and mulled cider, while enjoying a hiatus from cycling.
Two weeks of gorging was just about sufficient to see what little muscle tone that had been developed during the past 12 months of consistent rowing training turn as soft as Sauerkraut.
An interview with Men’s Health wasn’t perfectly timed and just meant I had to refer back to past glories of Brown Rice and lean meat.
With only 7 months until the start of the expedition and a finish line that’s 32,000 miles away, Christmas showed that fitness can be lost with only a fraction of the energy required to build it and as counter-intuitive as it might seem, I personally find it helpful to hang on to these moments of being humbled, as a great motivation.