OK, so it wasn't quite that bad, but it certainly isn't a walk in the park either. By the end of day six we were all feeling pretty knackered and some girls couldn't even lift their forks to their mouths without being in pain from their blistered hands - the things we do for fun. Anybody that tells you that it's just the taking part that counts needs to come on a Mortlake training camp!
Centro Especializado de Alto Rendimiento, La Cartuja did finally feel like home though, once we got into our daily routines of sculling, eating, sleeping, sculling, eating, sunbathing, sleeping, sculling, eating, nightcap (hot chocolate - definitely no alcohol!) and in bed by about 9.30!
Half-way through the week I gave the girls a bit of a talk about nutrition. It's really hard to tell people that they have to eat a rainbow (lots of colourful fruit and vegetables), when that evening all the food was yellow - pasta, sweetcorn, fish in turmeric, yellow tomatoes and pineapple! The lack of vegetables was legendary, with every single one of them out of a can or the freezer, and all cooked to within an inch of their lives. My first job on hitting British soil was a visit to Waitrose for a hundredweight of broccoli, to be LIGHTLY steamed and included
in every meal over the next week!
Now we have to try and put into practice everything learnt, whilst navigating the fast flowing, windy Thames.....it won't feel quite the same.
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