I know this is particularly long pre-amble, but I will get to the point soon. I was thinking about the nature of exhibitionism in relation to this blog - it is after all the ultimate vanity to commit words to the ether and expect people to read them with interest and it occurred to me that that I find it easier to write without really knowing if anyone is reading. Much like dancing; knowing or caring that I am being watched makes me self-conscious. The reason I bring it up this week is that this weekend saw our team of 4 meet up and train together for the first time and one thing that came out is that the guys all seem to read this blog. Now, writing this, I know they are going to read it to see what I say about the hike we did across 30km of the South Downs Way, taking in Devil's Dyke and Ditching Beacon. Suddenly I feel like I am on the dance floor without the benefit of a number of strong cocktails to get my arms waving.
I'll start with Saturday, which saw me link up with my new cycling club for the second time. I rolled into the Herne Hill velodrome at 8.30 to join the club ride, hoping to find a group I was able to stay with after the sobering experience of a fortnight ago when the steel-limbed Frenchman gave me a demonstration in hill-climbing. True to form I grossly over-estimated my own ability and joined the second of 4 groups leaving Dulwich and was forced to make a quick re-assessment and drop back to the slower 3rd group after the lung-bursting first climb over Crystal Palace hill. Thereafter, all was well and I mostly kept up through the morning as we circled the North Downs. So hurrah! I seem to have cracked the cycling club thing. It also didn't rain, which was a bonus.
So to Sunday, when it did rain. All day, sometimes quite hard, often horizontally and usually accompanied by strong winds whipping in from the south coast. Michael and I met up in Balham; he lives in North London with his wife and 3 young children, so I imagine his day ended with having to talk his wife down from the ledge and untying the children having left them all day. Like the other 2 team members, he works for IBM and is the one responsible for putting the team together. He's a runner and would love to have had us running the Trailwalker so I have had to let him down gently on this one. We drove to near the end point of the hike to meet John and Martin, the ex-army duo who also work at IBM. John had driven all the way up from Hereford with a pal who was to help ferry us around. He stayed on in Hereford after leaving the army, so I was pretty confident that if there was any need for us to get involved in unarmed combat we'd be in good hands.
Martin, from Cambridgeshire, had volunteered to be map-reader in chief and, being an ex-army officer, had the immediate trust of the civilians in the team and the scepticism of the military men. Apparently, you never trust an officer with a map. However, despite some discrepancies between the map and instruction provided by the organisers, navigation was spot on, a factor which I am sure will help us when we have to repeat the section at night having already hiked 50 miles or so.


The other time that I can dance without being self-conscious is when I am surrounded by friends. Now I can dance with Dulwich Paragon and with my Trailwalker team. Don't worry though, guys, I can explain the podium thing and it's not how it looks!
Great write up James - as always a deterrent to my own blogging, which is probably just as well!
ReplyDeleteThe high point for me was when you broke out the malt loaf - perfectly timed both physically and psychologically - thank you Sir!