Sounds you don’t hear on the Greenland Icecap

Someone singing James Brown’s ‘I feel Good’ in a heavy Turkish accent at 2am. You hardly ever hear that at all. Back in Kentish Town I am slowly adapting to life’s hustle again. Waking up at six this morning, despite my soulful serenade of a few hours previously, I headed out on the bike to Regents Park. Before seven the park is closed to traffic and the ring road seems purpose-built for cycling. Pedalling along, it felt good to be back home again.

I caught a guy in full kit as he was taking a swig from his water bottle and tucked in behind him. His rapier-thin bike were set up with tri-bars and I asked him if he was training for a particular triathlon. “Nah mate, I am a time-triallist.”

Shit.

He cranked up the pace and we both began to fly around the park occasionally picking up other cyclists and then swiftly dropping them. It was good to know that the endurance base I had built up in Greenland was translating well, but as my heart-rate began to surge up I realised that I would need to put in a few high-intensity sessions before I could say I was really fit.

Thankfully, the time-triallist bugged out after 45 minutes or so and I was able to do a few more laps at a more leisurely pace. I followed the bike with a scenic six-mile run over Hampstead Heath just to say Hello to one of my favourite places again, before heading over to Ben’s to jump into the stack of work that awaits us. We are now truly in the run-up to SOUTH and everything has notched up a gear. Still, we have some very exciting meetings coming up and we are both looking forward to getting cracking. I’ll keep you posted.