Training week over – rest day tomorrow – how has it all gone?
Well – from Sat – Fri we have:
1) Forgetting towel and having to dry self with tshirt pre work
2) Forgetting bra and having to buy one pre work
3) choosing to bike on Saturday (windy, cold) instead of Sunday (beautiful, sunny)
I AM RUNNING! Majority of above ‘running’ is cross training (ugh) – but today I actually did 2x10min run – which – after 8wks of no running whatsoever felt amazing. Arguably, doing 20mins in one day wasn’t too smart – but then it didn’t hurt – and still doesn’t, so it seems this injury might not be irrecoverable from and the season might, just might, be rescueable. Still, temptation to get back to normal millage is quickly as possible must be avoided.
Changes to be made:
Junk sessions need cutting out and planning needs to happen. I did have a pretty decent schedule going, but boredom has meant I’ve started messing around with it – and not caring too much so long as I log the right number of hours per discipline. Not good. For example, a good, mid week brick session will do me much better than a morning bike and an evening run. A hard interval session should be the only session in a day. Back to the drawing board on excel, once I get a bit of time this weekend.
Confidence crisis is beginning.
I wish I’d been running, or training for something, when I was a littlelun. I kinda wish I’d been the gangly one at school who had a secret running life and spent every night down the track with a sect of running friends. I interviewed an elite runner for a freelance article on Wednesday and couldn’t help but feel jealous of his young years.
Sometimes I feel joining such a huge sport, with no real talent, and no real millage behind me – what’s the point? Is it worth competing when success is so impossible?
This is where we hoist out examples like Chrissie Wellington, who started in her 20s, late 20s I believe, or some other super-elite athlete who just ‘sprung’ out of nowhere.
Fact is, however, that these pop-up out of nowhere athletes are pretty uncommon and blessed with the genes of Gods. For the rest of us, I suppose we just have to be happy with our lot. Keep swimming, biking, and running, and hope to tickle the toes of someone just a bit better.
Not that I’m that competition focused… :-p
Lets hope I’m going somewhere faster by next season, even if still not very fast in the grand scheme of things…