Writing up my brand new plan I got quite excited with club sessions and including races and competitive events. I took myself off to the Redhill Sporting TT on Sunday, not my sort of TT – far too many hills, but good none the less good training and a chance to test out the Roo (who was very beautiful). It felt like a good ride and provided some confidence for the season ahead. I didn’t place two well – third of three women! – but you can’t help who else is there.
I did dwell on the matter for a bit – but some google-stalking proved the 2nd woman was actually (unless there are two of them..) a triathlete who placed pretty well in the half Ironman world champs and won a load of races last season so I feel less shortchanged, and to be honest wished I’d made more conversation, as opposed to feeling a bit grumpy at having my ass kicked. As always, it would have been nice if more women had been there to compete against.
The day before I did an ‘easy spin’ club ride over 50 miles which turned out to have an average speed not far off my normal ride pace, but it felt slow enough and suppose it was flatter and I was on the Roo, so maybe it wasn’t too much of a push. And the day after was a club swim session – shorter and fewer hard sets than what I’d usually do, but of course the hard sets were harder with a shorter recovery.
Tuesday was interval running – and though speeds from a couple of weeks ago felt a lot easier, I didn’t much feel like pushing it and pressing the nasty little ‘+’ sign on the evil-machine-of-running-hell, which is of course is what one needs to do to get faster. And I had planned turbo for today, but frankly, my dear, I’m tired.
A dip into the diary tells me my last recovery week was about 4 weeks ago – which following the format of 3 hard weeks, 1 easy, is too much – and probably explains the lack lustre approach to the last couple of days. I basically completely lost track of where I was in the programme and forgot to add the missing recovery week in.
Sometimes it is so easy to get caught up in the excitement of a new plan and forget about the resting which is so often advertised as equally important. I think the first event of the season also did a lot of fill my mind with more energy than my legs could maintain.
I suppose, having come to sport so late in life, I just desperately want to make up for lost time, and I just want to be at the top of my game in the blink of an eyelid. The problem is, that isn’t how the body works.
Learning to read your body is a good marker point on the journey, though. I’m taking the other half of the week as recovery. Unless my body actually falls apart I don’t much see the point in extending it to a full week and I’m hoping to get get enough rest in so I can get a good run of training (and semi racing) come the weekend. Hopefully I’ll be ready to go by then. Happy swim, bike, running all ;-p