Perhaps spending the whole of my rest evening cooking multiple meals for the week (and writing up my blog) last Monday wasn't the most relaxing way to spend my rest day last Monday, but it did make me feel better about the week ahead. Plus I had some yummy soup to look forward to.
Tuesday morning dawned far too early as it always does. However the pool was relatively quiet and the drills were straight forward. 2680m later I was back in the office ready to eat a horse...
I am rapidly discovering the use of mid-morning coffee in the working day after a 5:20am start.
After work I was still starving when I got to Mascalls School after work and the weather bitterly cold. After 12 reps of 2 mins flat (7:30 minute miles!) out followed by 2 minutes recovery I was starting to fantasise about the pancakes awaiting me at home. Thank you to my personal chef for cooking such a delicious post training meal. Chocolate icecream pancakes... the food of ironmen :-)
For some reason I always approach Wednesday with some in trepidation. Its pretty much a given that KVG turbo sessions hurt. Plus they make me cough lots. However, apart from the freezing cold room it was actually a pleasant evening for once. Cadence sessions rock, definitely better than heart rate sessions!
Thursday morning saw a wet miserable sky and as I walked into the sports centre I fell down with a hard bang on both knees. By the time I got into the water 5 minutes later the brusing was already making itself know. In the water I faced sets of 400m in under 7 minutes. The drill session said spend the rest of the 7 minutes resting... what "rest of 7 minutes"???? I know I'm improving but even that is beyond my reach. Surely Bee meant under 8 minutes? I am pleased to say that since I started triathlons I have shaved about 2 minutes off of my 400m time, but that still leaves me at 7:40. A bit of a come down but then again I did 140 lengths (plus the 4 before that when my poolmate wasn't picking up but they don't count) in 63 minutes so it wasn't all bad. Roll on Friday for another rest day.
Saturday was cold but dry and after riding over to Hilden (this time I remembered that it took 45 minutes and left early enough not to need to flog myself) I took the girls out on week 3 of the 50 mile course. We did a fabulous route which I recalled well from when I did the course 2 years ago, at the time I was training for the 3 Peaks Race and had done 17 miles the day before so I was barely able to walk before I got on the bike. Before we were quite back I got a message that the beginners course was short a leader and could anyone help... my afternoon of decorating went out of the window...
On Sunday morning I was tired. Extremely so but after the first coat of paint there was no excuse not to go out for a run. With Tim riding with me I was struggling to keep my normal pace of about 10 minute miles, he was almost able to cycle faster than I can run ;-) 30 minutes in I had to admit that I needed a gel, something I generally avoid, after which I was like Tigger bouncing around Ditton quarry. Thank you to Tim yet again for looking after me.
Another coat of paint later and I was off out again on my own this time. As I was happily plodding around Laybourne Lake I realised that I was averaging about 9 minute miles, so I thought I would see how long I could keep it up for. 3.35 miles apparently. OK so I might have been pushing around Z4.4 (I know because I started to cough) going up hill at the end, but that's a good time/distance for me, especially at the end of a tough week.
Thank Crunchie I'm heading into a recovery week.....
Tuesday morning dawned far too early as it always does. However the pool was relatively quiet and the drills were straight forward. 2680m later I was back in the office ready to eat a horse...
I am rapidly discovering the use of mid-morning coffee in the working day after a 5:20am start.
After work I was still starving when I got to Mascalls School after work and the weather bitterly cold. After 12 reps of 2 mins flat (7:30 minute miles!) out followed by 2 minutes recovery I was starting to fantasise about the pancakes awaiting me at home. Thank you to my personal chef for cooking such a delicious post training meal. Chocolate icecream pancakes... the food of ironmen :-)
For some reason I always approach Wednesday with some in trepidation. Its pretty much a given that KVG turbo sessions hurt. Plus they make me cough lots. However, apart from the freezing cold room it was actually a pleasant evening for once. Cadence sessions rock, definitely better than heart rate sessions!
Thursday morning saw a wet miserable sky and as I walked into the sports centre I fell down with a hard bang on both knees. By the time I got into the water 5 minutes later the brusing was already making itself know. In the water I faced sets of 400m in under 7 minutes. The drill session said spend the rest of the 7 minutes resting... what "rest of 7 minutes"???? I know I'm improving but even that is beyond my reach. Surely Bee meant under 8 minutes? I am pleased to say that since I started triathlons I have shaved about 2 minutes off of my 400m time, but that still leaves me at 7:40. A bit of a come down but then again I did 140 lengths (plus the 4 before that when my poolmate wasn't picking up but they don't count) in 63 minutes so it wasn't all bad. Roll on Friday for another rest day.
Saturday was cold but dry and after riding over to Hilden (this time I remembered that it took 45 minutes and left early enough not to need to flog myself) I took the girls out on week 3 of the 50 mile course. We did a fabulous route which I recalled well from when I did the course 2 years ago, at the time I was training for the 3 Peaks Race and had done 17 miles the day before so I was barely able to walk before I got on the bike. Before we were quite back I got a message that the beginners course was short a leader and could anyone help... my afternoon of decorating went out of the window...
On Sunday morning I was tired. Extremely so but after the first coat of paint there was no excuse not to go out for a run. With Tim riding with me I was struggling to keep my normal pace of about 10 minute miles, he was almost able to cycle faster than I can run ;-) 30 minutes in I had to admit that I needed a gel, something I generally avoid, after which I was like Tigger bouncing around Ditton quarry. Thank you to Tim yet again for looking after me.
Another coat of paint later and I was off out again on my own this time. As I was happily plodding around Laybourne Lake I realised that I was averaging about 9 minute miles, so I thought I would see how long I could keep it up for. 3.35 miles apparently. OK so I might have been pushing around Z4.4 (I know because I started to cough) going up hill at the end, but that's a good time/distance for me, especially at the end of a tough week.
Thank Crunchie I'm heading into a recovery week.....
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