22 Feb 2005, Yorkshire
It was the crack of dawn on Sunday morning, and I was a whisker away from dashing down to London to see Dame Ellen MacArthur sail up the Thames and talk onstage at Greenwich. I'm reading her autobiography at the moment, and am impressed, awed, and inspired by her guts and determination.
But I had a four-hour ergo to do, so I decided I couldn't justify the journey. I had to settle for reading the next chapter of her book, about her voyage through the notorious Southern Ocean during the Vendee Globe.
I won't attempt to summarise what she went through down there - but the miracle is not just that she survived, but that she wanted to. Most of us would have given up the will to live and curled up to die.
It's unlikely I'll face anything quite so challenging in mid-Atlantic. There WILL be challenges, yes - maybe psychological more than physical - but if in those moments I can recall Ellen MacArthur and draw inspiration from her example, it will make my troubles seem very minor in comparison.
You're never too old to need a role model, and people like Ellen make us reconsider what we thought was humanly possible. She's an inspiration.
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19 Feb 2005, Yorkshire
I remember an optimistic era (around the time of the Sinclair ZX 81) when technology was being hailed as the global panacea. More leisure time! The paperless office! Freedom from the drudgery of repetitive chores!
But instead of making us free, technology seems to have made slaves of us. A huge industry has evolved to service its every need. Far from having the paperless society, we seem to be drowning in mountains of computer-generated mailshots, and most instruction manuals are bulkier than the gadget they're instructing us about.
And have computers made our lives any less stressful? Techno-rage, techno-envy, techno-hassles - go figure.
And what has prompted this techo-rant? You've probably figured out that I've just been getting to grips with some new gadgets. I'm sure that once I've got them broken in, they'll be great. But over the course of the last week the urge to throw them in the bin / out of the window / at Bill Gates's smug smiling face has at times been almost overwhelming, as has the desire to return to a simpler age when humans were still smarter than their inventions.
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18 Feb 2005, Yorkshire
This morning I got a copy of the showreel from OR TV - this is the 3-minute pilot video that they've sent to the BBC and ITV to try and get a commission for a documentary about my preparations for the row, and the race itself. Filmed by, directed by, and starring me, but thankfully edited by an expert. Not a big fan of seeing myself on TV, but they've done an amazingly good job of making me look presentable. Now we just have to be patient, and hope for the best. Patience not my strong point, though!
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17 Feb 2005, Yorkshire
I wish I could say that I enter a Zen-like trance and elevate my mind to a higher plane, contemplating matters of great magnitude and cosmic significance while my body gets on with the job at hand.
But I'd be lying.
Music is the only thing that gets me through the brain-crushing tedium of a four-hour ergo. Cheesy seventies and eighties hits are favourite. Wa-wa-wa-wa-Waterloo...
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