Training camp with the entire
British squad. We have a new training programme, which is all quite
exciting, with Ian Woods in charge again. Mike Dixon is on the fringe
as coach's assistant, painting targets and wielding the video camera.
And we have a visit from Roger Roberts, manager to the Welsh shooting
Yesterday 4 and a half hours
on the road bike: quite hard work for those not used to it - me
included. And the first 2-hour combi sessions of the year are always
hard. So, that really gratifying, satisfying tiredness that helps
you sleep at night.
Yesterday we managed to get
both sunburnt and soaked in the course of one session; the day before
we were all eaten alive by the midges as we roller-skied up the
lift road. But usually the wind is enough to keep them off. Each
day we have had a little rain, but nothing unpleasant, so we count
ourselves lucky so far.
This morning we were doing
roller-ski combis on the tight loops at the Glenmore range. At one
point I was skiing behind Marc Walker on the flat, when he suddenly
tripped and fell flat on his chest with the most horrifying thud;
I had to step off the track and run round him on my roller-skis.
But he was fine.
* * *
I wrote too soon.
Law students are familiar with the phrase "rain such as man
had never seen", but they don't really understand it. Not like
This afternoon after a gymn
session we headed out to do some strength work on the bikes into
a rainstorm such as man has never seen. The noise of rainfall on
the skylight in the gymn was enough to drown any sound of protest,
and once out, visibility kept us from seeing the misery on each
But once you are wet it doesn't matter, and it stopped soon enough.
I managed to break Ian's very nice bike which I had borrowed, and
by the time I had fixed it the sun had come out; and with it the
one thing that is worse than the Aviemore monsoon: the Aviemore
midges. So I was left alone on the lift road finishing the session,
apart from the midges.
Then, this evening, changing
Kurt's broken firing pin... If you haven't done this, or if you
have done it on any other rifle than a Fortner, you won't believe
how difficult it is. Getting it apart is the easy bit; getting it
back together requires an immense team effort, a lot of perseverance
and some risk to life and limb from the little bit of metal that
flies off the end of the compressed spring each time you get it
wrong. We deserved our pint of beer up at Glenmore Lodge to celebrate.