Firstly thank you to all of you who have said you have read my blog, I am somewhat in shock, I really only started this as something to keep my mind focused, and to prove to the Doncaster contingency that I really am doing this (and why I can't always make it back up north), I didn't actually expect anyone to read it! I have to give my dad a special mention at this point for insult of the week when he asked if I had help writing this.... cheers dad. Glad to know my education wasn't wasted.
Last week was a mixed bag. Monday was somewhat illuminating, when the respiratory specialist advised that he didn't think I had exercise induced asthma, but exercise induced laryngeal obstruction. According to Net Doctor and Mr Google that means my voicebox closes up and restricts my breathing. Apparently it's not uncommon, but it's not well known and it might mean that I can stop taking inhalers after 15 years. I have to go back for more tests but it's given me hope.
The 5:20 alarm kicked the training week off of Tuesday morning and I sort of forgot how early it was as I was texting from the station platform at 6am. Sorry to the Veysey-Smiths.
In true muppet style I did the Thursday morning swim session on Tuesday... whoops (although it worked out quite well in the end) followed by my second session at Paddock Wood Athletic Club. 45 minutes of pyramid training sessions in freezing cold sleet. Oh what joy. However I've started to recognise the odd face, and after living in Kent for nearly 6 years I'm starting to feel part of the community.
I suspect Wednesday night's turbo session was designed to bring on a coughing fit (my Doctor asked for a video) and it was (as always) a tough slog, I pushed hard although my coughing seemed to stop me being able to get above Z4.8 no matter how hard I worked (to the extent that I thought I was going to be sick at the end of the session).
The pool was packed on Thursday morning and having completed the Thursday session earlier in the week I took advantage and maintained a nice steady pace that I thought I could do during the race without tiring myself. 60 minutes later I had covered 1.67 miles and felt fresh as a daisy which gives me hope for completing the swim element of the race (2.4 miles) in an hour and a half.
Tim "assisted" with my core session on Thursday night, which involved sitting on the sofa, counting my reps whilst holding a stop watch and telling me that I wasn't working hard enough when my press up turned into a face first splodge into the living room rug.
To get a second rest day on Friday was a novelty, but come Saturday morning I was bright and breezy when the alarm went off at 6:45. A small group of hardy KVG's started the morning off with a 10 mile loop of Powder Mills, followed by week 2 of the 50 mile course which should have been 30 miles. My garmin wasn't helpful with directions and we ended up doing 33 miles but there were no complaints (for once!) from the girls. Not forgetting the 2 miles back to the car :-)
On Sunday it was hard to get out of a nice warm bed when it was raining out, and I went out later than I should which meant that I couldn't get my second run of the day in before we had to dash off for Sunday lunch. I followed a lady who must have been in her late 70's for the first mile and she set a nice pace, so I was a bit disappointed when she turned off my route. It was a great and steady run, although cold and wet, and I managed 6.5 miles in 62 minutes.
So here we are again... Monday... and it all starts again tomorrow!
Last week was a mixed bag. Monday was somewhat illuminating, when the respiratory specialist advised that he didn't think I had exercise induced asthma, but exercise induced laryngeal obstruction. According to Net Doctor and Mr Google that means my voicebox closes up and restricts my breathing. Apparently it's not uncommon, but it's not well known and it might mean that I can stop taking inhalers after 15 years. I have to go back for more tests but it's given me hope.
The 5:20 alarm kicked the training week off of Tuesday morning and I sort of forgot how early it was as I was texting from the station platform at 6am. Sorry to the Veysey-Smiths.
In true muppet style I did the Thursday morning swim session on Tuesday... whoops (although it worked out quite well in the end) followed by my second session at Paddock Wood Athletic Club. 45 minutes of pyramid training sessions in freezing cold sleet. Oh what joy. However I've started to recognise the odd face, and after living in Kent for nearly 6 years I'm starting to feel part of the community.
I suspect Wednesday night's turbo session was designed to bring on a coughing fit (my Doctor asked for a video) and it was (as always) a tough slog, I pushed hard although my coughing seemed to stop me being able to get above Z4.8 no matter how hard I worked (to the extent that I thought I was going to be sick at the end of the session).
The pool was packed on Thursday morning and having completed the Thursday session earlier in the week I took advantage and maintained a nice steady pace that I thought I could do during the race without tiring myself. 60 minutes later I had covered 1.67 miles and felt fresh as a daisy which gives me hope for completing the swim element of the race (2.4 miles) in an hour and a half.
Tim "assisted" with my core session on Thursday night, which involved sitting on the sofa, counting my reps whilst holding a stop watch and telling me that I wasn't working hard enough when my press up turned into a face first splodge into the living room rug.
To get a second rest day on Friday was a novelty, but come Saturday morning I was bright and breezy when the alarm went off at 6:45. A small group of hardy KVG's started the morning off with a 10 mile loop of Powder Mills, followed by week 2 of the 50 mile course which should have been 30 miles. My garmin wasn't helpful with directions and we ended up doing 33 miles but there were no complaints (for once!) from the girls. Not forgetting the 2 miles back to the car :-)
On Sunday it was hard to get out of a nice warm bed when it was raining out, and I went out later than I should which meant that I couldn't get my second run of the day in before we had to dash off for Sunday lunch. I followed a lady who must have been in her late 70's for the first mile and she set a nice pace, so I was a bit disappointed when she turned off my route. It was a great and steady run, although cold and wet, and I managed 6.5 miles in 62 minutes.
So here we are again... Monday... and it all starts again tomorrow!
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