This week I found my heart rate monitor. I lost it somewhere between moving from Horley and moving to Redhill, so a few data-less weeks whizzed by before I sent out the search party.
I was a bit nervous uploading the weeks riding. Without any data you can happily convince yourself you’ve put enough into every session – but the hard truth comes out when you see your pulse elevation.
Thankfully, it wasn’t too bad. The week followed a fairly standard pattern. Easy long commute Monday, with a gym session in the evening full of squats and a variety of balancing acts best not carried out in public. No point recording squiggles there.
Tuesday’s main set looked like this: