Wed – track – 6x800m, + 30/40min jog
Thur – AM: PP bike, 70/80min, PM: 40min run
It’s all been feeling a bit routiney lately. I’m not sure i’ve had a training session where i’ve finished thinking: yep, I totally kicked my own ass there and am definately improving.
I think i’m partly just coasting on the fact i’m racing two weekends in a row. First time for everything. Tomorrow is only 4k, so I was feeling totally relaxed but woke up today to a wall of exhaustion.
With the Winter well and truly blustering its way into the atmosphere, everyone around me seems to suffering with some sniffle or another. I was well and truly determined to avoid the sniffles, but I write this with a slightly irritating numbness developing in the back of my throat which feels like it might be masking a coming bug. Great.
It could have a lot to do with the icy air I keep exposing myself to. Thursday morning, I got myself up when the alarm rang (6.30, as everyday except Weds), got dressed, dashed off down to the garage and sat on the turbo trainer. I did the 10min warm up, and two sets of 5mins. I was then meant to gradualy put the gears up, adding to a 90min session. Instead, I looked at the wall I was staring at, looked at the ground, which wasn’t moving at all, and decided i’d rather face the cold at Preston Park than look into monotony for the next hour. So I did.
I enjoyed myself a lot more than I would have staring at the wall, but i’m pretty sure the turbo works your legs a lot harder. Still, if training isn’t at least a bit enjoyable, you’ll only ever give up and fall flat on your face. Better to do an ‘ok’ session, and still be happy to do it again next week than do a ‘great’ one that will only ever be a one off. Consistency wins the day, once again..