I finally got myself using google stats – and realised two things:
– People actually read my blog – this, in itself I find quite amazing
– There has been a very sharp drop in readership and interest since May – which I imagine has a lot to do with my shorthand commitments taking up all hours when I am not working or training. Blogging, however a) makes me happy b) takes less than 20min, so I am going to try to resume service.
I promised a blog on my Terrible Tuesday – so here it is.
I spent Monday and Tuesday in Brighton for some concentrated hours having shorthand drilled into my head. This monotony was broken up by a bike fit from Lizzy (http://www.elisabethbrama.com/) which will hopefully see my TT position improve. I also hoped to enjoy a little bit of time in my favourite place. Truth be told, I miss it immensely. I was rather excited by the idea of returning to some old training haunts.
I awoke on Tuesday to what seemed like a normal day – sun was shining, seagulls squawking. What could go wrong? I had a swim session planned in AM, and a bike session planned in PM, to raise the spirits I knew would be sinking in shorthand sludge.
I first bashed out the feature I’ve been writing for Surrey Mirror Sports, and sent that off to the editor because I had promised I would do so. Then, I set off to Prince Regent swimming pool.
After being stuck in traffic for some time, I refused to have my patience disturbed – I was in Brighton, all was well, the sea air filled my lungs and I smiled. I got to the pool, kept the smile on my face as I paid almost £4 for my swim (free with my card in Reigate/Banstead) and swept regally and relaxedly into my old pool.
The session plan was a load of 100s on 2.15, 50s on 1, 25 on 30 – the idea being oodles of recovery and therefore working damn hard when I was swimming.
I looked at the pool.
It was ‘womens swimming morning’.
The pool was absolutely choc-a-bloc full of breast strokers. One large ‘lane’ (which I mistook for general swimming) was full of circling hyenas who pounced on me after two laps and asked me to move into the ‘fast lane’. This was populated mainly by huffypuffy breast stroke too.
There was a general swim area, so I tried to take up a teeny tiny space next to the rope – just enough to swim up and down.
After 200m I was again reprimanded – despite the fact ‘general swimming’ implies any form of swimming – including ACTUAL SWIMMING – should be allowed.
Eventually, I got out – demanded a refund and left in the worst mood imaginable.
I got on my bike and started the 1hr bike ride with TT surges. On my way to the beautiful beacon, which I have missed so much – I stopped at a set of traffic lights which state ‘no left turn’. Lights went green – and the car next to me swung left – into me, of course. Seconds later and I’m on the ground slightly confused with some chubby 20year old looking petrified that he may have broken me, or my bike.
Thankfully, neither was the case.
Legs were shaking – but having decided nothing was wrong with me or my baby I got back on and just told him to be more careful. I even told him to ‘chill out because everybody has lapses in concentration’. (This confuses me as I am unable to act so patiently with people who cause simple inconvenience, such as swimming in my way. Odd. I suppose when it actually matters, and the person clearly feels bad – it would be wrong to make them feel worse.)
So – off I rode. I finally got to the long, flowing road I was looking for for my surges, and with head down and the sun on my back I soon forgot the whole experience.
On return, the next six hours passed in shorthand hell – less said the better.
And of course, that evening, I got my swim. And because I was so determined to do the damn thing, my recovery, in fact, turned out to be a good 4/5 seconds longer than I already expected – I was a bit like a half angry, half excitable horse that had been locked up too long and my 100s were a good 5seconds faster. Maybe that has something to do with the 50s and 25s I’ve been subjected to recently, too.
So here is the moral of the story:
Don’t ever let minor inconveniences get in the way.
Training consistently is the key, and the little hurdles life throws in the way are nothing compared to the satisfaction gained from leaping over them.