I note that I haven't updated my progress since 12th July. Time slips by rapidly at the best of times, but seemingly, in the best of times it slips away even faster. And progress has been very pleasing of late.
Most significantly I nailed by first 90 min run in ....... a freaking long time on Sunday. Trying to think, but possibly even three years ago was the last occasion in the Woodford to Glenbrook. In any case, a super effort up to Glenbrook and back. No injuries, not undue fatigue, and surpassingly stable technique. Very nice milestone to hit.
A check of the training diary reveals that I have only missed 2 days since 12th July, and those were a combination of Le Tour fatigue, work commitments and a concerted effort to articulately express my dissatisfaction to Mia FReedman over her comments in relation to Cadel and Le tour. In the end my concentration span got the better of me, and I had to settle for Tweeting "F#$% off idiot".
Have flirted with "twice a day" training, but I'm really not there yet, and it just left me as flat as three week old Coke. Twice a day will have to wait a while. (But suddenly I feel like a Coke. Lucky I didn't write that I was rooted....)
No long rides yet, but plenty of intensity and some decent trainer sessions. Gym measures continue to progress also.
Swimming however remains an estranged lover. Ah.... its a stormy relationship we share.
Have lost only 200 grams to date, and that was probably the filling that embedded itself into the Pascal chocolate eclair last week. Retarded weight loss may also be explained by a rediscovered love of rhubarb and apple pie,....... and ice cream. Haven't had it for years, and with absence the heart really does grow much fonder. Now I can't get to sleep without it.
All in all, feel like the boat has started to float.
Here comes the chubby accountant
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