If I needed an added incentive to get myself back on the water, the thought of all the food I’m missing out on would probably do it.
Here’s what Olympic rower, Katherine Grainger, eats in a typical day. Mmmmm… just the thought of that second breakfast is making me hungry.
Instead of eating, though, I’m off to do those exercises my physio prescribed; it’s my best chance of getting back on to the lasagne and scrambled egg diet.
Yes please!
Mind you if I had a pound for every time an illiterate journo wrote skull instead of scull, I would be able to eat my scrambled Dodo eggs and gold-leafed truffle lasagne at the Fat Duck.
Ha, yes, that’s a particular bugbear of mine, too! You won’t find any skulls in MY copy (unless they’re accompanied by crossbones).
We row, we eat, we row, we eat – it’s hard to remember which we started first, but by now the two activities are so closely entwined it seems unfair to reduce intensity of either. As the racing season draws to a close down here in the southern hemisphere however, we’re at a dangerous point where the hard training eases but the eating carries on. Hang on, is that a winter training program the coach just emailed? Dammit.
Thanks for the posts – much enjoyed from sunny Sydney!
Ah, excellent. Winter training the perfect excuse for stodge!