Tuesday 5 June
At 6:37am the alarm has run through four snooze cycles, heart rate 41. Bananas and milk for breakfast today and it's weights at Bisham Abbey again. This morning I'm on the dead lift and having reached 202 kilos the rest is mostly core strengthening. Onto Caversham and I feel like I just have to grind out the next two sessions. I didn't appreciate the added bungee for resistance training in the last session before heading home at 3:30pm where Jules is waiting still enjoying the last of the bank holiday.
Grabbing a cereal bar we head to Richmond Park to feed the ducks and a slow walk. Dinner is a delicious bowl (or two) of creamy chicken pasta finished off with Rice Krispie squares that Jules (my wife) made during the day. By 9:00pm I'm getting into bed.
Wednesday 6 June
My waking heart rate is 49, seven beats up on what it should be and it feels like I've swallowed a golf ball. At 6:30am I'm on the phone to the team doctor and driving myself to see her at Caversham at 7:40am. It isn't serious but I'm sent home to rest up. This is really unfortunate as it was also the official Olympic Team announcement day of the rowing squad held by Windsor Castle. Sitting at home it suddenly dawns on me that I've been selected to represent Great Britain at my third Olympics as I answer calls from journalists present at the announcement. Black tea and plain toast seems to be doing the trick. By the time Jules walks through the door having been at work in the city I've cooked up my once annual food contribution of chicken noodle stir fry. She went back for seconds so I treated it as a huge success and my golf ball has reduced to a pea.