Day Ninety Two: Eduardo’s Road To Fitness

Whenever I used to arrive really, really late for class I would hover outside the door hoping that it was noisy inside the room. I would pray that all my fellow students were standing up, in the middle of changing seats, perhaps midway through a game of ‘lets run around the class’ so that I could slip into the fray without being noticed. However, at the precise moment I opened the door, every face in the room would turn and look at me. The room would plunge into silence, the teacher would give me that You’re in trouble now boy look. It was horrendous.

As a child, arriving late at church was much the same but I had a plan back then that avoided me being noticed. I would only enter when I could hear the congregation singing. Then, under the cover of song, I would slip into a row at the back nearest the door and join in as if I had been there from the start of the service. It worked everytime.

It felt a bit odd returning to this blog, in that I have been away and I am really, really late in posting entries. I thought about quietly slipping back in and posting Day Ninety Two of Eduardo’s Road to Fitness, as if nothing had happened but I thought better of it.

Whilst I was away in Curacao (go look it up, I only had a vague idea of where it was before I was sent out there for six weeks) I spent more time in the ocean than Jacques Cousteau, Aquaman and Nemo combined. I now have gills, webbed feet and have fallen in love with mermaids.

In truth what I did was rekindle my love for freediving, or apnea, as it is often referred to. For the record I think freediving is a much better name than apnea, which, sounds like some sort of disability.

In the six weeks that I was in Curacao I only missed one day of freediving. Without realising it I trained quite hard. It wasn’t difficult to train, it was so enjoyable it didn’t feel like training.  At the same time I hardly lived life like a monk.  I ate well (perhaps too well) and drank more than my fair share of rum and cokes.  They were however, cheaper than water, and coke tastes better with rum in it. Eveyone knows that.

It took almost a month to get back to a level close to that of when I use to freedive over thirteen years ago. During my last week I made several unassisted dives to around twenty five metres and allowed myself twenty seconds of bottom time at that depth. I had become hooked.

As a reuslt I am a bit of a fish at the moment and fish don’t ride bikes very well . I was reminded of this when I began riding my bike again last week. I was creeping along the road, suffering and cursing.  This week, with about three hundred kilometres in the bank I am feeling much more comfortable and feel more positive.  I hope to be able to train for three hours per day and  to be racing, albeit later than originally planned, next month.  It all depends upon how long it takes for my racing licence to arrive from Madrid.  Yawn.

Yesterday I did not have enough time for a three hour bike ride so I went for a trail run. It was a lovely day and my  run took me into a truly beautiful part of a nature reserve.  I ran past giant cactus and spring flowers, that lined the paths and reinforced my happy mood.

Now that I am back I will do my best to keep this blog up to date. I thank you all for being so patient and promise that I shall respond to all your emails and comments.

I leave you with a photo of one of my favourite freediving spots in Curacao. It is a gorgeous spot, one that I miss at the moment,  for I am a fish out of water.