11 Weeks To Go: Post Broken Collar-bone

The week is a blur of sleepiness, quite a bit of pain around my broken collar-bone, working in my living room, eating junk food and marking little victories on the road to recovery.

As I recover from my second broken collar-bone, and write this blog I’ve discovered my life without training could be very different. For one my routine is gone and not training makes me lethargic. I’m an hour into procrastinating about going for a run. It’s not the injury that’s stopping me. It’s lack of routine, and a bit of tiredness. But I’m making plans and from next week will kick-off with an adapted training plant that will be mind-numbingly boring* and based at the gym.

Pain Threshold Almost Reached

The week started painfully! I couldn’t remember the pain being so intense last time I broke my collar-bone. But if I got in the wrong position it was taking my breath away.  I was on nil by mouth, on stand-by, ready to hot-foot to the hospital for the operation to fix the break. The call came around 845am and I was told the op would be on Tuesday. I was delighted. I hadn’t expected it to be so quick. And I was able to enjoy my morning tea!

The rest of Monday morning was spent drinking coffee in the garden with Chris and trying to get myself into a position where I could type and reply to emails. Ironically, it was easier when I broke my right collar-bone. I only really managed a few emails and wrote the story up for this blog.

 

Ready for the op – clad in green compression to match my top!

After the op – coffee and chocolate before leaving the hospital!

On Tuesday Chris dropped me at the hospital for 730am. I was very glad that I didn’t have to wait another night for the plate. It was all straightforward, and as I posted on Facebook, after the morphine and general anaesthetic, my manic post op babbling in the Recovery Room was all about triathlon. In between laughing a lot I felt 100 per cent sure I was in transition and had the marathon to run, and told the staff what was happening! The woman attending to me found it very funny.

Once I was ‘back in the room’ I drank lots of tea, water, ate half a sandwich and enjoyed the biccies and a Costa Coffee choc-thing on the way out. I tried to concentrate to work, when I got home but was mainly out of it.

Slowly does it!

Wednesday started slowly. I managed a couple of work emails, but the morphine had worn off so I pumped myself full of codeine. Feeling stir-crazy, I had to get out of the house by lunchtime, so decided to go for a walk (with sling). A mile into the walk and I suddenly remembered I had a Tesco shop arriving, so ended up running and even measured the last half a mile for Strava! (11 min mile pace!). A blurry sort of working afternoon followed once I’d put the shopping away.

Energy Levels Up (& Down)

On Thursday I woke up early and managed to get a good four hours work done, then got ready to go to London for a meeting. It seemed energy levels were restored. I managed London and the tube (thankfully off-peak) on the hottest day of the year with my sling and spaced out on codeine/paracetamol and nurofen, and had a great meeting.

In the evening, family came to visit and we had pizza and even a beer and went to bed around 1230am! I decided not to run/walk or do anything as I had walked a fair bit around London.-Friday was a planned day off from work with my cousin Eamonn, his wife Mary and their son Kaiden visiting. Coach Marianne and I met to discuss plans and rehab exercises I’m going to do. I ruled out the next 100-mile TT Race on August 12th! I also had to pull out of a standard and sprint event.

Knowing if I was not self-employed I would have been given a sick-note I enjoyed mooching around the kids splash park, and the amusements – even having a go on the fruit machine – my alter ego, living on the edge in a different way!

Pikey me! What life might be like if I didn’t do triathlon

By Friday night I hit a zombie-like exhaustion. I’d had a whole day of just nurofen and the pain was much better, I had also realised that it helped to ice my sore neck (muscles aching either from the fall or from being in the tuck position on the TT bike!). I had thought I might run in the evening, but not a chance!

Procrastinating before running

So here I am today. Without my usual significant two to three-hour block of training to do, after dropping the kids to work (oh, yes another landmark, driving), I was able to crack on with work and managed to do four hours before picking up my son. And now, after procrastinating on social media, and then choosing to write this to stop procrastinating, I’m putting on my sling and heading out for a run. There really is no excuse and part of my recovery is getting back in the groove.

Mind over matter

Just back from my first proper ‘sling’ run. This is all psychological. I was feeling heavy, lethargic etc. And I was a bit cautious – and that’s how I ran, plodding along at 10.15 pace. But could I have done more today? I The general anaesthetic was on Tuesday and I haven’t had a painkiller today, so I think there’s no accident-related reason for lethargy. I was cautious as I didn’t want to lose my balance (wearing a sling to stop vibrations around the still repairing collar-bone) and fall again, but then I reasoned that I only broke my collar-bone because I flew off my bike, out of my cleats at around 20 mph, I was jogging along today at over 10-minute mile pace. The mind plays a big part in training – but overall I was really pleased to get out today.

Time on my hands!

And so, here I am having finished my weekly update, early. I have found 10 hours this week that would normally be spent training. But the plan tomorrow is to train as normal, starting with a run and I hope to get to the gym for some turbo, too. As I’ve written before I think it’s a good idea to stick to the routine and keep hours to dedicated training when injured, but just do something a little different.

*Boring is good for training the mind in Ironman and I said to Marianne I see turbo training as an opportunity to get some bike strength.

 

 

 

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Fab Four Take on Ironman Nice

Ordinary Women Being Extraordinary

I was truly inspired by these four ordinary women being extraordinary.

Fran, 47 (she said 48), works full-time running a team of personal trainers at a busy Brighton gym; Sally, 45, is part-time personal trainer and mother of four children; Sara, 46, works for a cycling brand and is mum of two girls, one of whom is doing her GCSEs and the other making her debut on a West End stage; and Sheena, 56, a children’s nurse, was a self-declared couch potato and a size 20 just eight years ago, before taking up marathon running. All four were doing Ironman and all four finished with smiles on their faces.

In this video they share how working in a group helped them, how important it is to have the support of your family, the all consuming joy and passion of training for a big event, and how having a coach helped them. They also exude why endurance sport can change you for the better, from the inside out, combatting anxiety, old habits, fears and learning new skills.

Watch and be inspired!

 

12 week countdown – The week that ended with another broken collarbone

The week: A long trip back from Ireland; working and interviewing; my son’s graduation from Newcastle university; hills on the TT; easy running; some great swim sets; and then falling off my bike at the Sussex CU 100-mile Time Trial and ending up with a broken collarbone. The twists and turns of my Ironman Journey!

A week is a long time in triathlon training! I finished last week’s blog on Monday as the boat pulled into Fishguard. We’d got up at 630am and were by home by 630pm, and I was determined to start the week with training and have no more days off so we headed out for a three and a half mile run, which I described on Strava as ‘sore legs, grumpy, tired’ – but I was glad I had done it.

On Tuesday I was up at 630am for a bike ride with Rachael and Catherine, I was still post-half IM weary and a bit behind the girls, and somehow managed to not attach my Garmin Edge properly so it flew off onto the grass verge! Another first on the TT, I managed to climb the hill to Devil’s Dyke – a demon dealt with but more bike demons to come!

On Wednesday I met Tori for a run. A fellow endurance woman, she had got up at 430am to go for a pre-run sea swim, I’d been tempted, but I knew I was too tired. We had a fantastic seafront easy 11.3 mile run and injected some pace from just beyond the pier, keeping around about 7.40 pace for just short of two miles. In the afternoon I went to the pool and was pleased to tick off my 3150M swim set, 5 x 400 varying paces, with 150 using paddles, and 200 warm up and cool down. After this I was tired!

Early starts and Spa

On Thursday I had 530am start and very slow 10K jog, then a trip to Newcastle for my son’s graduation (2.1 in History and Politics from Newcastle University – proud mother moment!). Again, I was tried but managed to keep going til 1230am. I had decided to let myself lie in at the hotel but did think I might run, but as it was I took the planned day off, other than swimming two lengths under water and racing Ciara my 17 year old daughter in the  10M ‘spa’ pool (she won)…. it’s a thing we like to do at a relaxing spa!

On Saturday, back in Brighton, it was the perfect day for a pre-race long swim. I met with Tori and two new friends and after much faffing with parking on my part we got in. One with a hangover, one sans wetsuit, me faffed… and off we went, once in the water we were flowing brilliantly, and we were all a similar pace – synchronised swimmers. It was a beautiful swim that covered the entire IM distance, including going quite far out and joining a group of stand up paddle boarders, around the West Pier. Thanks to Nicki for the fantastic pictures!

TIME TRIAL COURSE – G100/61: the next demon

I signed up for the  Southern Counties CU 100-mile Time Trial and had a sense trepidation and gut feeling that maybe it wasn’t right for me – or was that fear? I knew this was going to be way out of my comfort zone, but I wanted to try out the TT bike on a long ride, and to do the distance in race conditions without chats and stops for coffee. I did lots of research* but couldn’t get the course to download onto Garmin Edge (note if you’re doing it and find this I have a the course on Strava). Having spoken to the organiser I thought I could just make the cut off of six hours and decided that if I had to be pulled out /timing stop at 80 miles I could just add on the extra 20 myself. But having the time pressure was the thing that made me feel nervous about the whole event which had just 40 fast riders on the start sheet. I’d checked out results and knew I’d be last.

Another worry was that I’d be knackered, but I was really pleased when I woke up at 430am to feel fine. Chris and Tori decided to join me and do some laps, as well as manning the ‘fuel’ stop.

I had that feeling of being part of a different tribe at the start: lots of pointy helmets, and disc wheels, aero shoes and long socks! As I said I was out of my comfort zone and although I was vocalising how nervous I felt, I also had a knowing that as always I was actually fine, and I believed I would complete it and reminded myself how good that would feel. I followed the example of a woman ahead of me and chose not bother with the push off start. I didn’t think it would make much difference to me.

As expected the aero-dynamically dressed riders behind me soon overtook, but I was happy with the ride, and relaxed and the course which I’d been told was ‘horrific’ wasn’t at all bad, undulating and an A road, but with great weather and relatively empty roads, all was good. After two hours I had settled in to the pace of 17.5mph. I reckoned I was now last on the lap but didn’t mind and as I started the second lap I was confident I’d keep the pace for the whole distance which would get me comfortably under six hours. I felt good in the tuck position and started to relax thinking how good this was for Barcelona, and for practising nutrition etc… I managed to eat a cliff bar and drink. I was needing the loo and try as I might I have yet to master going on the bike! But I decided to wait until I had done three hours at 17.5mph before stopping.

Chris had leant me his aero helmet and it kept sliding to the front. It was large and I have a big head – but not hat big! I hadn’t put the visor down because I wanted to see where I was going on the first lap, but when I fly hit my eyeball I knew when the loo stop happened the visor would go down. I did decide adjusting the back dial to stop it sliding to the front was important and managed to get it fitting properly on the move. Thanks goodness I did!


Being new on the TT bike I was making sure I concentrated and didn’t get lost in working out sums about pace. I took care over potholes, and focussed ahead, but for what must have been seconds, I lost my concentration. As I headed down the A283 towards the  left turn I realised I’d over-reached. I saw the two yellow jackets of the  time-keepers who were pointing left and in a split second decided to try to take the corner, in the next split I knew I wasn’t going to make it and was now out of control, and fearful of what I might hit if I went too wide, in what was left of the second I made a decision to head for the grass (and the two timekeepers). I hadn’t see the gravel on the road, or the kerb, and of course it was all too late! Over the handlebars I went landing on my left side. The pain didn’t kick in at first but I instantly knew this wasn’t ‘a get back on my bike’ situation. I lay head down lamenting the fact that I was out of Barcelona, that I’ve spent so much money on it: race entry, travel, flights, reccey trip, new bike, coaching, new gym new clothes! On top of that there’s all the training and progress made. As I lay there one of the time-keepers asked if my collarbone was okay and I said, yes fine.  A few seconds later I moved and the pain kicked in. Ah, no it wasn’t okay! I knew it was broken having broken the right side back in December. I asked the guys to call an ambulance. I had some confusion at first wondering when I had broken my other collarbone – I couldn’t remember. But soon after I felt (relatively) normal. The paramedics could see straight way it was broken.

So, that’s it. I’m off for the operation tomorrow for another plate, completing the full Metal jacket! My ironman journey isn’t going to be as smooth as I hoped, but as someone on social media and my very wise 17 year old daughter simply said, everything happens for a reason.

Next steps

The positives are, that Chris is going to lend me his turbo, and I think I might get bike strong using that. I will get to run again, last time I ran after three days. My swimming had improved but that is obviously the biggest worry with just 11 weeks to go to Barcelona it’s going to be hard to get that back.

Patience is not one of my virtues, so it may be that I have to learn to have some, hold back and not push so hard? I’m inspired by Tim Don who came back to victory six months after breaking his neck, and Chrissie Wellington who was back on her turbo a day after breaking her collar bone but as a friend reminded me, we have very different lives and priorities. Setbacks will bring interesting lessons. I look forward to seeing what unravels.

 

*Check out this report: https://ridewriterepeat.com/2015/07/26/100-mile-time-trial-doing-things-i-thought-i-couldnt/

13 weeks to go – The Galway Tribesman Middle Distance Tri

This week I had a lower volume week & raced The Galway Middle Distance Tribesman Triathlon.

Wednesday 11th

I’m writing this before we go. I’ve done my pre-Galway training now. I’m working with a new coach, Marianne.  She helped get four other triathletes cross the finish line in Nice, I’ll be talking to them very soon. Watch this space.

So this week started, dare it I say it, with me feeling knackered – again! This time it was because I’d just done 85 miles on the bike. So on Monday I just managed a swim set, which was 2.2K and sets of 300s. On Tuesday I met my friend Tori and hit the Velodrome which I’m very fortunate to live less than five minutes from. I’ve not really used it before so it took a while to get going but an hour spinning round was a good session – just got to get round one lap in under a minute next time! After this we did a very gentle 3.5 mile jog round the park. Today (Wednesday 11th) My HRV app was showing I was tired – I knew I was but good to have it confirmed. I decided I had to complete my Watt Bike and swim set, tired or not. I’m still struggling to get the RPM up on the Watt bike but with a very low/no gear I can manage 85 to 95! After an hour on the bike, my legs were like led for the first 200M of the swim, but I soon settled into an easy pace and completed 3.5K in the pool.

Monday 16th July – looking back on the week

So the week had less hours of training overall than previous weeks,  and two days off, but obviously there as a little more quality as I raced a middle distance triathlon.  I broke a 31-day run of no days off – with triathlon, I feel I need less rest and recovery than with straight running, so a total day off isn’t always necessary, just less intensity and a mixing up the activities seems to offer recovery. Mentally, however, whether swimming easy, or running hard, it may sometimes work to have that day off, especially before and after racing.

 

On Thursday I travelled to Ireland on the boat, so a very early start and packing put paid to any training and I was glad I had scheduled a day’s rest.

On Friday we managed an easy run on the seafront in Galway reviving a lot of childhood memories of stop-offs at Salthill with its 40ft diving board into the sea (it was in fact about 15 to 20ft but it was firmly etched in my childhood memory as being 40ft).

Close to the edge? Well not quite!

As a young girl (who loved to dive off the top board at home) I’d always wanted to dive off but mum and dad hadn’t allowed me (not surprising when I stood up there). My cousin did remind me I had jumped from it on a hungover morning in my 20s (but I couldn’t remember that!).

It was on Friday morning that I’d realised my Garmin 920 XT had limited battery, that the race was in fact on Saturday not Sunday as we’d somehow told ourselves, and after some panic and a few calls I realised I was actually entered in the race (I just hadn’t received the confirmation email). It was a blessing in disguise, when you come to race, you come to race, so another day mooching round the shops and seafront wasn’t needed. After our bike ride we drove the bike course. After the boat journey and early starts I was dropping off as we drove along the windy and roads through beautiful Connemara. I had that real sense of the distance. Weirdly it seems longer in the car than on the bike to me!

The Galway Middle Distance Tribesman Triathlon

Before we’d left I’d said to Chris we’d better double-check whether we should be packing our TT bikes, but as the website had declared it wasn’t a course for PBs and to look out for the big hill between 40 and 50K we’d opted for road bikes. As it goes there was no giant hill, and the undulating course was well-suited to TT bikes.

The swim in the River Corrib, was perfect. I decided to do exactly as Marianne had advised, stay relaxed, practise drafting and sighting. It worked, I had a great swim for me, and was delighted to see quite a few bikes when I got out of the water – and for the first time ever, I was out the same time as Chris. Even though I’m still a slow swimmer, I’m really pleased that now I don’t think what’s lurking beneath the weeds, or panic, or try to get away from other swimmers (clearly not a good strategy). Now it’s all about staying relaxed, enjoying the stretch out, focusing on who to follow and making sure I’m not swimming too far off target!

On the bike things changed, and as TT bike after TT bike whizzed past me, I was cursing about not bringing the TT bike. This was race-head irrationality, it really wouldn’t have made that much difference, these cyclists were all men and all faster than me, whatever bike they were on! And as it goes the wind further up the course may have thrown me a little on the TT bike.

As we approached half-way, I started to get a bit of a sinking feeling as I counted how many were ahead of me. By the time I reached 40 I was seeing quite a few women – I thought around eight to 10. I estimated I was in the bottom third now (haven’t double checked yet but reckon I wasn’t far wrong). The rain and wind picked up on the way back, and there were a few stops for traffic, but overall it was a great bike course, undulating, great roads, and when I did look up and peer through the mist and spray, stunning scenery. Having run the course in the Connemara half, marathon and ultra, these were roads I was familiar with, but on the bike they didn’t seem quite as tough!

My Mad Race Head

My main aim on the run was to catch the women who I’d seen 20-plus minutes ahead of me! A typically unrealistic race mentality. Even though my running is in my running eyes pretty poor, by triathlete standards I’m still okay, especially when compared to the bike, so I managed to work my way through the runners, only overtaken twice by two faster men, one of whom I reckon was a lap ahead anyway! I like laps and aimed as I did at Swashbuckler to keep my pace at 8 min mile. Around halfway the low battery sign popped up so I couldn’t see the pace which I knew was flagging. My race head – which I do watch and find amusing as it chats away to me in races – said two things, one not being able to see the pace was the reason I was slowing down and then the other part of my head was telling me, it’s  a good thing you can’t see the pace slowing down, or you’d slow down more! As for catching women, I only managed to catch up with one, and women who I thought were ahead of me where behind me, the woman I thought was leading was in fact fourth (she must have wondered why I was so enthusiastic in my well dones as she’d passed me).

Through the whole race I didn’t look at my watch to see what the overall time was but on the last lap I spotted five something and wondered if I might crack 5.30. As it was I came in on my watch in 5.31 an on the clock in 5.32. According to the first set of results I was first V50 and sixth woman. After checking splits and chatting to Chris (who’d finished in 5.18) I felt satisfied that progress has been made, and allowed myself a little celebration – a couple of glasses of Guinness and a lot of food! The boat’s pulling into the harbour as I type. The week ahead includes another trip to my son’s graduation, but once again  it’s all about getting back on it and being psyched up for the 12-week countdown to Barcelona.

 

14 Weeks To Go – Glorious sea swim, 85 miles on the bike and dealing with being tired all the time!

The week started as it finished – me feeling tired. I think part of Ironman training is expecting to feel tired all the time, but… I love it!

I started a new gym membership and on Monday evening had a swim in the pool.  I ran out of time to finish the planned session, so had to settle with just short of 2K. On Tuesday I ran and followed my prescribed plan of doing 15 minutes easy, 15 minutes medium pace, and 15 minutes harder. I found my harder pace was actually my previous slow pace – a little alarming, but I know not to worry about my slowing running form! After the run I quickly got ready and took the train to London for a press event about Sugar, held at the Ivy. I’m enjoying my non-drinking now, and found it easy to resist the lovely wines on offer.

Watt Bike and FTP

On Wednesday, I did a planned 20K session on the Watt Bike at the gym in the (late) morning and a 3.2K swim with sets of alternate 200s with the pull body and then a set of 50s to finish up. The Watt Bike test gave me an idea of my Functional Threshold Pace. I’ve done this test on a My Ride bike and scored 170.  More on this to come!

 

 

On the Move

On Thursday I was tired (again) and went from bed to a hygienist appointment within 1- minutes (reminded again how important it is to floss – no matter how time-pressed we are). I then forced myself to do my planned longer run of 11 miles. It was hot so I ran uphill onto a route that took me through the woods and kept me cool. The pace was super slow which I would have chosen to do, but today I couldn’t have gone any faster! I was feeling it. The day was a hectic one, and due to a Southern Rail signal failure and advice not to travel on the trains I decided to drive to London to attend a Driven Woman Lifework Workshop Introduction session (in preparation for my own intro sessions coming to Brighton on 20th September). Driving in and out of central London in the heat required my endurance skills and stamina, I finally hit the pillow at 1am.

Heart Rate Variability

On Friday I was still battling tiredness. I noticed by Heart Rate Variability (more to come on this too) app had advised me to ease off on intensity three days in a row. But an article on HRV explained that it can be affected by hormonal changes and given where I was in my cycle I went with that. By Friday I was back to ‘normal’ levels but after an early start to work and not much sleep, the lunchtime session of Watt Bike followed by three mile bric run was hard, hard, hard… I did contemplate not finishing the planned Watt Bike session, and felt like I was crawling on the run in the midday heat, but, I was pleased to tick another session off, and after a brainstorm for my coaching business session in the afternoon I allowed myself a beer and some nachos on Friday night.

Check out the HRV4 Training app – great for an insight into your ticker, the ultimate training advisor

Palace to Paddle Swim

Friday was another late night so on Saturday morning the temptation to stay in bed and not do the swim was almost overwhelming, but as I was meeting Chris there was no turning back, so once again I was out of bed and into my Cassie and wetsuit, feeling a bit delirious with tiredness.

But I was so glad I didn’t miss the swim. It was a really beautiful morning Brighton and conditions were perfect for Brighton Tri Club’s Palace to the Paddle swim. The current was with us so although I’m still in the slower end of the swim I was happy with my result – and at how far I’ve come with open water swimming. When I started I was fearful, and panicky and my imagination ran riot, on Saturday I was totally in the flow.   The amazing weather continued and Brighton was full-on holiday resort. I had another dip without the wetsuit and totalled 3K sea swimming for the day.

palace to paddle 2.5K swim hosted by Brighton Tri Club

Long bike ride

On Sunday I was up at 7am and out the door by 733am (yes that precise!)  to cycle to Eastbourne to watch Chris in the Eastbourne 10K put on by my running friends Sue Fry and Liz Lumber in support of  Autism Sussex. Another scorching hot day for the runners, but just perfect on the bike. Chris and I had some croissants and coffee after the race then headed off from Eastbourne to Rye for some bike miles in the heat – 85 in total.

https://eastbourne10km.wordpress.com

Well done Sue and Liz for putting on the Eastbourne 10K sporting autism

Another week of Tri Training is done. I’m trying not to panic about the lack of running – but I can’t deny I still do have irrational moments where I worry that I’ll never be a proper runner again. However, I also have to keep reminding myself that this is not a marathon it’s an Ironman.

Oh and I’ve been topping up my glorious tan!

Top Tan!

 

 

15 Weeks To Go – Some firsts: 3K in the sea and cycling 52 miles on a Time Trial Bike

This week was heatwave week… and I love it! It was also the week I got my Time Trial bike and rode it for the first time  and swam 3K in the sea. (Oh and ref the heatwave, here’s a piece I wrote for Women’s Running on hydration).

Back to my week! On Monday I ran a very easy seafront 10K  in the evening, on Tuesday I went out on my bike for a short but hilly loop (the Ditchling!) and on Wednesday I loved getting into the sea and swimming 3K, my goal for the week. I took Wednesday morning off as I went to the Tri Store in Eastbourne to pick up my new toy – a Cervelo P2 time trial bike. Yikes! Another ‘investment’ in triathlon and one I’m going to have to get used to quick!

Heart Rate Variability

On Thursday I was feeling tired. I measure my Heart Rate and it’s variability daily now, using the app, HRV for training. The very simplified explanation is that it gives a bit more feedback than heart rate alone as it measures the gaps between the beats, which is a better measure of how rested/stressed you are! Yesterday it was clear that I needed to take it easy, as my score was lower than other days and the suggestion was to lower the intensity. So that’s what I did. I worked from 8am to 630pm in my garden dressed in running gear (I had intended to do a long run – but really was just too tired) and I contemplated a day off as the day dragged on. But looking at my new investment in the hallway I decided to go across to the veoldrome in Preston Park and try out my bike.

First time on the Time Trial Bike

I chose the right time to get out on the bike, as the football was on and the roads were very quiet. So after the Velodrome I hit the roads, and spent an hour on the bike, getting used to the tuck position, gear changes, brakes and having a lot less power going up the hills. I’m not sure if it’ll make me ride faster just yet, I think I need to get a bit better at cycling on the thing, but it’s great to feel I have the right equipment for the flat course at Barcelona. On advice from a fellow Bri Tri member on our Facebook page, I entered two 100 mile time trials in July and August and I’m now feel panicky!

The rest of the week

On Friday I joined the Bri Tri My Ride session which was 2 sets of 12 x 60 seconds split as 40 seconds in the red (hard) and 20 easy. I followed this hard session with a 10 mile run through the woods. I felt good after my easier Thursday but was back to feeling tired again on Friday night! On Saturday Chris and I headed out for a long ride on the TT bikes. We had a vague idea of the route but as I haven’t worked out how to attach my Garmin Edge to the TT bike yet, we were using the phone and stopping – a lot. Luckily, Chris is much faster than me so he was able to check the phone whilst waiting for me to catch up. The unplanned route was great and I managed to get on the bars for most of it, but with an hour’s lunch thrown in we were out most of the day so there was no time for any other training as we’d been out (in the very hot sun) for five and a half hours (cycled for 3’40).

Being out on Saturday night meant not getting to bed until 2am, and so I had a bit of a lie in on Sunday. I headed to the beach where the sun was blazing and ordinary people (i.e. those who don’t spend their entire weekend training) were lazing about drinking beers, having bbqs and relaxing in the heatwave. I zipped on my wetsuit, left my gear with the lifeguard, strapped on my ‘Be safe. Be seen (by the million jet skiers)’ orange inflatable and headed out – annoyingly, without my Garmin! (GRRR) As I was about to get in a guy said to me the current is very strong. He wasn’t wrong. The tide was turning and it felt as if I was stationery for the first 30 minutes. I think I covered the same distance back in less than 10! But without a Garmin it was all guesswork. I guessed (possibly being generous) that I’d covered 1500M – I will go back to measure it!

So that’s another week done. I didn’t hit my new baseline for IM of 15 hours but did manage to clock 13’35 hours. And again another week has started… Training continues, one session at a time – each one gets me closer to achieving my goal of completing an Ironman at 50!

#HeatWave Crash when you can