So far the mantra has been "follow the book". If I follow the book closely enough all will be well. Paula may have told me off once or twice for doing more than is prescribed in the book, but on the whole I've been following text book.
As you know we started last week white over, and on Tuesday Paddock Wood was still 2 inches thick in ice, so I decided for once, to be sensible and not attempt to run. Yak Trax wouldn't have helped in this case as some pavements were clear, others were a nightmare so I substituted my hours run for an hour and five on the turbo trainer. Turbo training at home on my own equates to watching paint dry. My glasses slide off my face, which means I can't see the TV, and besides which I can't hear it over the roar of the turbo which sounds like a small jet engine taxiing down a runway.
Wednesday night is my KVG coached turbo training session. It's an hour of hard slog and pain. I can't say I enjoy it, but I endure it and go back for more because I know it's good for me. Unfortunately I've been finding that the harder I work, the more I cough. Every time I raise my heart rate, I have a coughing fit. Before Christmas I scared our coach by turning blue during a particularly tough session (at this point my mother is probably about to have a coronary as I've neglected to share that nugget of information).
In early January my GP raised my steroid dosage to a level that gives me the shakes, and the only way I can get through a tough session is to take multiple puffs of my blue reliever. This isn't right and it's not going to make me an ironman. So on Thursday I had a good talk with myself. Something has to change if I am to get to the start line and survive the race (OK, so perhaps relaying the "Death before DNF" mantra to my mother was a bad idea). Therefore I have decided to sign up for some proper coaching. I have also decided to try and get a referral to a respiratory specialist.
Don't think that means that I haven't trained, after a night off on Thursday I was in the pool by 7:20am on Friday morning, back on the turbo for an hour after work, out with the girls on Saturday morning and I even managed a 5 mile run on Sunday between coats of paint but there is still a long way to go..... 140.6m to be precise!
As you know we started last week white over, and on Tuesday Paddock Wood was still 2 inches thick in ice, so I decided for once, to be sensible and not attempt to run. Yak Trax wouldn't have helped in this case as some pavements were clear, others were a nightmare so I substituted my hours run for an hour and five on the turbo trainer. Turbo training at home on my own equates to watching paint dry. My glasses slide off my face, which means I can't see the TV, and besides which I can't hear it over the roar of the turbo which sounds like a small jet engine taxiing down a runway.
Wednesday night is my KVG coached turbo training session. It's an hour of hard slog and pain. I can't say I enjoy it, but I endure it and go back for more because I know it's good for me. Unfortunately I've been finding that the harder I work, the more I cough. Every time I raise my heart rate, I have a coughing fit. Before Christmas I scared our coach by turning blue during a particularly tough session (at this point my mother is probably about to have a coronary as I've neglected to share that nugget of information).
In early January my GP raised my steroid dosage to a level that gives me the shakes, and the only way I can get through a tough session is to take multiple puffs of my blue reliever. This isn't right and it's not going to make me an ironman. So on Thursday I had a good talk with myself. Something has to change if I am to get to the start line and survive the race (OK, so perhaps relaying the "Death before DNF" mantra to my mother was a bad idea). Therefore I have decided to sign up for some proper coaching. I have also decided to try and get a referral to a respiratory specialist.
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