Hooray, the sun finally came out this week! And then inevitably it poured with rain a few hours later, but hey, there was a glimpse of summer for a day or two.
The break in the weather offered an opportunity to get out paddleboarding again and in true nnoodl style (gently encouraging others to try new things) I managed to persuade my cycling buddy Giovanna to give it a go too.
She took to it literally like a duck to water, and continuing that theme, we were rewarded with this lovely image of a swan gliding by with her little cygnets on her back!
The paddle along Regents Canal contributed 5.6km to my overall distance this week of 185.8km. The breakdown looks like this:
This total distance of 3,564km would have be arriving at the town of Azangaro, quite a notable location in terms of Peru's rich history. The colonial church in Azangaro, known as the golden temple had a bell tower which exemplified colonial decorative adobe before its collapse due to rain disintegration. The gold interior of the church is a magnificent example of rich colonial art.
In the adjacent Plaza San Bernardo, Pedro Vilca Apaza was drawn and quartered for his role as a General in Tupac Amaru IIs attempt to liberate Perú from the Spanish government. His last words were, "Por este Sol aprended a morir como yo." (Translated as "For this sun that shines on us, learn to die like me") After Tupac Amaru II's execution, leadership of the revolution shifted to Azangaro.
My final piece words of wisdom came unexpectedly as I was cycling through Richmond Park on my way to my weekly Teddington Thames swim. I was aware of a group of men cycling behind me talking about the weather, wasn't it great that the sun was out.
I immediately tuned into a Scottish accent as one guy said how great it was to have his legs out as 'back home we hardly get the sun on our skin, it is like alabaster'. I chuckled to myself recognising this as I was wearing my full length leggings to hide my white legs. Then, as we peeled off in different directions at the junction I saw that the guy who had been talking had a prosthesis from his knee down on his left leg. It really gave me food for thought. How insignificant are our insecurities about our bodies, around things like legs that are too white/too big etc. I should be proud that my big white legs are strong and can carry me for miles of challenging hills and kick me through endless cold swims.
And now, to round off another month, it is time for my 'Coach's Wildcard Challenge'!
What could it be next, after hill climbs, weighted walks etc.? Well this is proving to be the hardest for me yet. Coach Tom. for weeks has been advising me that I have been putting in too much mileage. Not only am I hitting my interval and heart rate sessions on the bike and swim in expectation of an aquabike event, but I am also adding in the K's on the bike to get to and from swims etc. His challenge? "Reduce the mileage by at least half next week, and make sure you include the fifth discipline of the pentathlon (i.e kayak)"
Arrgh, why does the thought of this freak me out more that the others? I recognise that I have become slightly obsessed with the distance factor and I must admit that my body has been feeling it. But the thought of doing LESS is psychologically difficult for me to comprehend. Added to that, I need to find a kayaking opportunity pronto....
Watch this space!
Denise Yeats is an events director, communications consultant, endurance athlete and avid adventurer.