As usual, the past few weeks
at OC Sport have been jam-packed. I've been getting stuck in to the logistics
of the Mini campaign, planning how we are to move the boat from Lorient to
Italy in early March, in preparation for the first race- the Roma Mini solo, a
190 nm race from Fiumicino, around some islands and back again. Although the
Academy has a suitable vehicle to tow the boat, it is out in France with the
Figaro boys acting as their personal mini-bus. So this has meant desperately
seeking out vans to borrow / hire / buy!
Since the move to France a
company called TEEM have been replacing the electronics on the boat, so I've
been researching all the extra bits required for an autopilot and posting them
off to France, so that the system can be finished this week. Working in the
background of the sailing campaign is a very good learning experience- I am in
the very office from which Ellen MacArthur's campaigns were run! I can just
picture Mark Turner being on the phone to Ellen when her emergency beacon went
off in the Route du Rhum, desperately trying to get in touch over the sat
phone. Over the summer I was here working when Becky Scott was sailing in the
Azore's race; John and I were watching her on the tracker, seeing that she had
turned around to head for home. On the Mini there are no communication systems
to get in touch with the sailor like on the big monohulls, so it was quite
nerve wracking not knowing immediately whether she was OK or not. Now that
438's autopilot has been replaced, I hope I won't be seeing a repeat on the
tracker when Nikki heads off for the Roma Solo.
The replacement autopilot
Never wanting to miss out on
the opportunity for an adventure, I’ve been having my own back here with a
little Gull dinghy, all set up with a spinnaker, oars and anchor. Launching next
to the Red Funnel ferry, in the pouring rain while wearing a dry suit and
wellies with a leak, felt a bit eccentric but was a lot of fun. I love being on
the water by whatever means, and to hear the slop-slop of the waves (the short
chop on the Solent feels rather large in a boat with hardly any freeboard!) was
really relaxing. I've been reading a great book, 'The unlikely voyage of Jack
de Crow', all about how a school teacher sailed across the English Channel, and
basically kept going until he reached the black sea. Well, if you can do that
in a Mirror, my little Gull could take me anywhere....I'll soon be setting off
with a lunch box and thermos flask with a copy of Swallow and Amazons!
A cruising rally
In need of a challenge, I (stupidly?) signed up for the Haute Route
Alps. Conceived by OC Sport in
2010, the Haute Route
offers amateur cyclists a seven stage and seven day cyclosportive, starting in
Geneva and finishing in Nice. I
will have to pedal 454 miles (730km), staggering up (quite literally)
20,000 metres of climbs. The entry number is capped to 600 riders, and so
becomes the closest event I will ever take part in that has similarities to
the Tour de France. Assuming that I finish, of course. Not everyone
does!
One reason I chose to do the
event was because it undoubtedly tests human spirit to the limit; seven
days in a row riders must cycle, coping with the physiological affect of riding
at altitude, never-ending climbs and technical descents. In a way the physical and mental
challenges presented by the event are similar to those encountered in offshore
sailing (being, tired, fed up, too hot or too cold, having to concentrate all
the time...), while the planning, preparation and need to seek support and
funding are on par with campaigning a yacht (albeit on a smaller scale). Efficient
recovery between each stage will be vitally important, and again could be
considered similar to recovering between stages such as in the Solitaire du
Figaro. The race is so tough it is featured in the book, 'The World's toughest endurance challenges'
by (Richard Hoard and Paul Moore).
With a
burst of enthusiasm, I have recently been getting up at 6am, taking
to pedaling away in the yard or back garden on a turbo trainer; hard, but
hopefully efficient training. Wiring up to a heart rate monitor and bike
computer means I can follow a specific work out, with the local seagulls and
the red funnel offering some distraction.
Lizzy