A nice ride out through The Lowlands on Saturday finishing with coffee at the new pool. Not the 100k Punt as planned, but in retrospect, a much more civilised option. Agreed with Dags, that if I end up racing the way I train, in 330ish days I’ll need to stop every couple of hours for a coffee, custard treat and bit a chat.
Took the day off on Sunday ahead of launching into a formal structured plan Monday. A very pleasant afternoon benefiting from Garner hospitality left me feeling way too satisfied to spoil it with a nasty dose of late afternoon huff n puff.
Historically my body has responded well to operating under a structured plan, but unfortunately my head has been far less amenable. I have generally ended up as something of a basket case after 15 weeks or so. More frightening is that in this instance I am such a long way from having a decent base, that I’m effectively being forced into a structured discipline W-A-Y earlier than my pea-brain has ever been capable of dealing with in the past.
“My psychiatrist told me I was crazy and I said I want a second opinion. He said okay, you’re ugly too” - Rodney Dangerfield
Tuesday morning, and I’ve hit the first three sessions, albeit minor ones in the plan. 18 points out of a possible 18 in the Tubby Scale of Training Program Achievement.
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