"Tramping" is New Zealander-speak for hiking, and today I set off with Sinead and Daisy to tramp the Routeburn and Greenstone Tracks on New Zealand's South Island. If I manage to get mobile phone reception I might be able to post a blog, but this is probably unlikely. So I will probably be offline until next Monday.
But do come back then, and hopefully I will be able to share some spectacular photos of our hike.
If I'm off tramping, does this make me a tramp?
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Last year Phil Keoghan, a New Zealander who now works as a TV presenter in the US, did a nice little feature about a certain female solo ocean rower (click here to watch it on YouTube). He and I have stayed in touch ever since, particularly regarding a pet project of his to make a TV piece about the North Pacific Garbage Patch, a pet topic of mine.
So when he heard I was coming to New Zealand, he suggested I drop in on his parents. They run a small but very lovely B&B outside of Christchurch.
I arrived here yesterday after a meeting in Christchurch with Renzie Hanham, a sporting coach who focuses primarily on the mindset needed for success. His company, Gazing Performance, helped me out with my preparations for the Atlantic and yesterday's session was a useful refresher course.
There was a particularly useful exercise we did that I would like to share, in case it resonates with anybody reading this. I suppose you could call it a clash of priorities - but this clash is taking place within one person's mind, and can lead to feelings of conflict and stress.
Do you ever feel like you are being held back from being all that you could be, and you can't figure out why? It could be that you have another goal that clashes with the one you think you are trying to achieve.
An example that Renzie gave was of a very talented athlete who also had a strong desire to be liked. Anyone who is at the top of their field runs the risk of being DISliked, at least by their competitors, so she also had a conflict of desires that led to problems - and could even have led to her failing to reach her potential because she didn't want to accept that we can't necessarily be successful AND popular, all of the time.
And here is my example: I feel I should try to be perfect, yet one of my goals is to be at peace. NOBODY is perfect, so while I strive for perfection I can never be at peace. This may sound obvious, but for me it was a dazzling insight. I either need to accept that I will never be perfect - or face an ongoing tension over my imperfections.
Sometimes we need someone else to hold up a mirror so we can see where we're going astray. Thanks, Renzie.
And thanks also to Beth and John Keoghan for their hospitality at the Garden View. Dinnner last night (corned beef and home-grown veg) was delicious - and all the better for being fresh from the garden.
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Despite a full-on struggle into a headwind and legs that felt like lead after the night's exertions, I just about survived the final stage of the Lake Taupo Relay. With star performances all round, the team smashed last year's team best to come home in a time of 18 hours and 57 minutes. Well done, guys!
A huge thanks to all the Dirty Tricksters: Mitch, Andy, Sinead, Pete, Carolyn, Pam, Fee, Shelia, Helen, Harvey, Finn, Richard, Robyn, Jacqui - and Bruce the team mascot. Thanks for a great time.
photo: Sinead joins me for the final yards.
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"Slight change of plan," Sinead said as we sat in a cafe en route from Auckland to Taupo yesterday. I was feeling tired after the AXA speaking tour, so had fallen off the no-sugar wagon and was eating a muffin. "Somebody has had to drop out of the relay team, so we've had to rearrange the runners."
"Errr, yeah?" I said. I'd be training specifically to run the 7.5km home strait. That was what I was prepared for - physically and mentally.
"So now you're going to doing one of the walking legs. You HAVE to walk - running not allowed."
"Oh." I was crestfallen. I'd been psyched for running - and was looking forward to a good workout.
"Or maybe you could do Pete's run? He's got a bad back."
"How far is it?"
"14km. You OK with that?"
Twice as far as I'd trained for. Twice as far as I'd run since last November. Errr.... I looked guiltily at the muffin crumbs on my plate. Guilt can be a powerful motivator.
"Sounds good to me. Sign me up!"
Once we got to the team house, though, I started to wonder if I'd been rather hasty. Who, me? Rash? Sign up to do something without knowing what I was letting myself in for? It wouldn't be the first time....
It now turned out that my 14km leg would start at midnight - not exactly my peak hour. And it would be largely uphill. and probably into a headwind. And, as I was dropped off by car for the start of my run, it started to rain. Oh joy.
Luckily I've been spending my whole week talking to AXA staff about how to tackle seemingly impossible challenges. Keep your eye on the goal. Take it one stroke (or one hill, or one step) at a time. Focus on the process. Believe you can succeed.
And so I coached myself through it. I knew from Sinead's description of the course where the uphills and downhills were, so even though there were no kilometer markers I knew how far and how fast I was going. Mentally I ticked off the kilometers, then counted the strides to the next landmark.
By halfway I knew I was going to make it. The final stretch, described in the course notes as "undulating" seemed more like an uphill to me, but by then I knew I was on the home stretch.
My goal had been to run the whole way (I imagined Rob Hamill's voice in my head, telling me "Just DON'T STOP!") and ideally to finish in under 1:30 hours - Pete's original estimate for his own completion time. I did indeed run the whole way, and finished in 1:20.
OK, so I wasn't breaking any land speed records, but I had run double the distance I had trained for, and had managed not to let the team down. I had, once again, got outside my comfort zone and risen to the challenge, and BOY did it feel good!
And then a vacancy arose for another leg - the final leg, the one that I had originally trained for. That will happen at 5pm this afternoon. And I seem to have accidentally volunteered for that one too....
photo: Team Taupo bringing it home - the team join me (wearing the race number) for the end of the final leg.
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