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I've had a couple of days off with my boys and its been great! We've been in Devon with my parents and today I slipped away for half an hour to take my old Mercedes for a spin. It's in perfect condition and when it was made the '88 Olympic trials had just finished... and I was going... but only as tune up, having led most of the week. Yeah I know, you weren't born..

Anyway a lot has happened since then, and now half way through my Worlds programme it was time to take stock. And it seemed appropriate to do that on the rowing machine...

But this evenings mid programme insights were interrupted as Miss UK decided to row on the machine next to me. This was nice as normally I get the attentions of an eighteen stone boiler with a face like a bashed crab.

And she was awesome (in every way actually) but I started off well too and we found a natural rhythme, yet as the minutes went by I began to resent the mirror we were rowing in to. Her good looks were doing me harm..

This was because despite a cardiologist telling me 4 years ago and mid way through a messy divorce that I hadn't had a heart attack, that I'd got a huge heart and it was just in fact just trapped wind, and really I should find exercise easier than most... this time my heart was at ten tenths and seemingly intent on powering other organs too!

I spied on her T the words Cambridge/Oxford/Rowing/1998. This caused me to row harder ... Spectactulary I hit a personal best, Fastest 2500m I've done.

We left the changing rooms at the same time (planned) and mentioning her T shirt, I asked what boat she was on in 1998. She looked confused then smiled.

"Spectator" she said...

I'll keep you posted, but dont hold your breath...