Tues – 1hr leisure bike, 2300m swim (100s and 400s)
Wed – 3x400m swim, 5x100m + 1x10mile bike
Thurs – Rest
Fri – 10mile bike, 2000m swim
Sat – 20k bike, 5k run (practice Tri! Missed 5k of bike out of… well…get’s boring in the gym and figured cross country will have downhill bits too!) + some weights
Today was interestingly experimental – not by design, but by accident. However, the accidental experiment has proved largely successful.
I arrived at the pool at 8:15, under the impression I had until 9:30. This was not the case – the pool actually closed at 9am. Here I was faced with a decision – give up on my morning swim, go to uni, and plan an evening swim? Or go for it, and swim as fast as I was humanly capable?
I was in the pool by 8:20.
This left me 40minutes to complete warm up, warm down, and my 2000m set, which usually takes 50minutes. Firstly, I must admit, I scrapped the warm up – naughty. Then, I decided that as the triathlon requires me to do 1x400m swim, it might be a good idea to actually try doing just sets of 400m’s. So – that is what I did. Usually, I dilly dally, give myself some time between sets, mooch around a bit – but as the minutes until closing time crept forwards, I ploughed my way through the water as quickly as I could. Result? A good three sets of ‘race pace’ 400s, and some 100s to finish off. I felt suitably energised, and to be honest, like i’d actually achieved something new – by (unwillingly) forcing myself to get my head down, and get on with it.
The next what-should-be-irritating occurrence occur ed on campus. I was meant to spend the majority of my day (post lecture…) packing boxes for £6.89 an hour. However, it seemed that my temporary boss had been called away to a meeting, and I now had.. ohh.. six hours to kill on campus. Now, a lit student can read straight for a long time, but six hours required a break. So – two hours of good reading completed, an extended coffee break with a friend exhausted, I took the opportunity to do a timed 10mile on the bike in the gym before returning to the books (with a brief diversion onto.. well.. this blog). Got to gym, peddled away ferociously for 10miles, got off, and left.
So – I practiced my 400m’s, and the 10mile bike (which I will extend to 15miles when I can keep pace without getting tired in… a fortnight or so?), in small, manageable chunks, at convenient little slots within my day. I went in, with a purpose, completed the pre-determined set, and left. Self congratulatory lines over, I very much advocate this form of training for the busy busy individual (ie. anyone who is not a student of English, or other humanity, and thus is actually required to employ the hours of their days doing something actually useful).
Right. Back to Laurence Sterne and his remarkably boring Sentimental Journey.