Sunday, 25 August 2013

Singin' Willie Nelson on Saturdays


WEIGHT: 90.1 (Hovering)
ACHILLES: Super-duper. No limping, no pain, no nuttin’. Ready to start tip-toeing into running again
HEAD SPACE: Optimistic
RATING FOR THE WEEK: 6
FOCUS FOR UPCOMING WEEK: 2 x solid mid-week rides. (Nowra and Hunter Valley GFs both look like good options).

Two good rides this weekend just gone. Kurrajong loop remains my favourite local outing, possibly because we only ever seem to do it in good weather, or possibly its just a good mix of pinch climbs, fun downhills, spankingly good scenery and (now) a chocolate shop. No idea really, it just works in the way that makes you want to sing Willie Nelson songs.
Race Sunday. Worked hard but more than just a bit hung-over from the hard ride Saturday morning. Tried to drop the bunch a couple of times, but didn’t even get close. In the end, no cigar but completely trashed, which essentially is the main idea at the moment. Tick.

Climbing on Sunday afternoon with ads and the kids. Strength to weight ratio is hilariously bad but fun nonetheless. I should do this a little more often than we do. Good for RJ, good for me.

Thursday, 22 August 2013

I'm losing my balls


WEIGHT: 90.3 (Crap, its gone north again)
ACHILLES: Cautiously optimistic. A walk/run in this week with no material flare-ups.
HEAD SPACE: I’ve cracked – I’m a clown
RATING FOR THE WEEK: 2.5 - As bad as it gets without getting injured.

Monday: Nutting
Tuesday: Nuttin (Seeing a pattern)

Wednesday: 7km walk/run. Slow running. Right patella a bigger problem than Achilles. Think I can fix that.

Thursday: 30min on wind trainer. Stretch n press.

I’m like some fat aspiring clown at his first day of clown school. The teacher chucks him two balls and he starts juggling – promising start. Then a third ball, and problems start to appear, though at this point they are at least manageable. When the fourth ball gets thrown in the whole lot just falls on the floor.
And there’s the problem. It isn’t just the last ball that falls on the floor leaving the clown to juggle the ones that he can handle, they all fall down. And the clown stamps his feet and starts crying. ‘I just want to be a clown !!!’.

Knowing full well that I’m a lazy f#$%er, I put structures in place to stop me from falling into a vacuous abyss, but at the moment I’m just an overcommitted clown, and there are balls flying everywhere. At least I’m not trying to juggle chainsaws and pussycats.
When I signed up for uni, it was so I didn’t become intellectually lazy. Equally though, when it gets to the uphills on that front the effort required is very solid. 55 for my last assignment is the lowest score (I think) I’ve ever had in any study, and when I re-read what I had submitted (at 11:57 on deadline night), I suspect the 5 points sufficient to give me a pass was more like an encouragement award. Didn’t even proof read what I sent in, and in retrospect the arguments read like the Nymboida in flood - plenty of flow but anything of substance in its path ended up smashed and washed out to sea. A lot of cows drowned in the writing of that essay.

When I signed up for IM, it was designed to help keep a fitness goal in focus, and to that extent its a successful strategy. But when you don’t actually get to the things that are required to meet that goal, then it simply turns into a stress point.
Need to catch the family and work balls before they hit the floor, gather up the rest of the carnage and start again.

 

Sunday, 18 August 2013

Time for simmering opposition to break out into open violence


WEIGHT: 89.7 - Reasonable improvement, still no particular effort on diet, though marginally more conscious.
ACHILLES: Pulled up a little rough from stairs – but all good Monday, no limping.

HEAD SPACE: Laser skirmish

RATING FOR THE WEEK: 5.5
 
A good weekend to finish:
Friday
Ø  Stretch n press – flexibility is hideous at the moment, even by my own appauling standards; can’t even complete most exercises.

Saturday
Ø  Greendale + Lappo hill – stuffed. Not sure why I found it so hard, but I was shattered and asleep on the couch by 2:15.

Sunday: Bombed with hay fever and passed on club race;
Ø  AM: 4 x 6km (7:04, 6:31, 6:32, 6:45). Slight headwind which turned more cross as the session progressed.
Ø  PM: 5 x stairs. 2:48, 2:31, 2:46, 2:48, 2:53 – 2:45 ave. 5 sec improvement on last week.

What’s with spring. Mid August and its here already. I hate spring, its the universal period of conflict - sinuses collide with pollen, Penrith Waratahs junior rugby league team has its annual crowd/player brawl, Cairo divides itself into four teams of 6million to take-on each other and the military, and magpies and cyclists each start mobilising troops on the borders of the disputed territories along roads the country over.
Cyclists of course will respond with the equivalent of moving a censure motion in the UN - by putting cable ties on their helmets – embarrassingly ineffective posturing, and just another reason to hate spring.

Wednesday, 14 August 2013

Well hello Yana...


WEIGHT : 90.3

ACHILLES : Coming along slowly

HEAD SPACE : Heavily forested

RATING FOR THE WEEK : 5

 
Tried to run a little for the first time last night. No go, but it doesn’t seem far away. One more set of stairs this week, and a good massage, and then will have another crack.

Tuesday – Nuttin’. Railroaded by a late afternoon call from Singapore.

Wednesday – Gym

Thursday – Rollers

On the upside I’m apparently becoming quite intriguing. I know this because Yana from the Ukraine has written to me personally to tell me so. Yana has seen my profile on LinkedIn (surprising given I’m not on LinkedIn) and she has written to my work email address to tell me that I sound intriguing and that she can’t believe my age, “you look so much younger”. Yana doesn’t actually state my age, nor how young I might look in comparison, but surely its encouraging.

Of course the possibility exists that the only truth in the whole correspondence might be that Yana actually resides in the Ukraine. Given that I’ve never known any ‘Jana’ to spell her name ‘Yana’, I’m guessing that my secret admirer may in fact spell her name ‘B O R I S’. Housed in a Kiev slum, hunched over a computer, cigarette pushed up against whatever teeth have managed to cling defiantly to his inflamed gums,  and with the ashes gradually accumulating on a singlet festooned with the artefacts of lunches long since forgotten, Yana would like me to respond with more about myself. I may yet call her bluff. “Dear Boris, …. right back atcha babe...”

Monday, 12 August 2013

MAYBE WE NEED A LITTLE DICK


STATUS

WEIGHT: Fat, but less fat than last week - 90.4 (-0.2)

ACHILLES: Promising - Pulled up ok after stairs.

HEAD SPACE: All over the freakin' shop - but recovering - and lemon citrus tart is helping lots.

RATING FOR THE WEEK: 5.

SUMMARY

Not much training at the end of last week. June audit at work, assignment due Friday (submitted at 11:57PM). Pretty much buggered.

Thursday - Gym

Saturday - 5 x stairs – big improvement on last week - 2:50 average (3:06 last week), Range 2:41 – 3:06 (Cracked at the end)

Sunday - 4 x 4km reps on bike – good session - 6:06, 5:58, 6:01, 6:06 (TT bike, aero wheels on, conditions perfect – little breeze)

Monday – Gym

OTHER STUFF: OH F#$% THERE'S AN ELECTION ON
Argh! The atrophy in political culture is just aweful. While whinging about Australian politicians has been sport since… well forever really, in essence Australian politics has served us well, (and anyone disagreeing with that need only look at Spain, Italy, or even the US for a comparison). Notwithstanding occasional moments of lunacy, (Menzies' blind commitment to the Suez Crisis works as well as anything I can think of off the top of my head) governments and leaders from both teams have generally steered Australia with quite safe hands, both economically and socially, bounded by the reasonably modest extremes of the progressivism and conservatism of Whitlam and Howard respectively. Australian governments have been (generally) prepared, though with a pragmatic eye to the election cycle, to address emerging imperatives even if contrary to popular opinion – acknowledging that change always makes winners and losers:
Ø  Despite Australia’s prevailing British race patriotism, Chifley and then Curtin turned to the US for military support in the Pacific when they realised that the British assumption of global influence could not be sustained by the modern British economy. They signed ANZUS in 1951 - in 1968 Britain announced a full withdrawal of troops East of the Suez. Australia wasn’t happy, but it was prepared.

Ø  In contradiction to his own personal sentiments and much of the electorate, Menzies negotiated releases into the Imperial Preferences system that enabled Australia to expand markets in Japan and Asia in the late 50’s. In 1961 Britain turned away from the Commonwealth and towards Europe via its first (unsuccessful) EEC application. By the time tariff exemptions ceased, Japan had become out largest export market, and the USA our largest supplier. Again, Australia wasn’t happy, but it was prepared.

Ø  Gorton and Whitlam unwound the administrative and symbolic ties to Empire, hammered the final nails into the British race patriotism coffin and laid a platform for multiculturalism to become the dominant nationalist myth. A lot of Australians who weren’t happy now have solid retirement savings because of it.

Ø  Hawke and Keating undertook major reform to labour markets via the Accord v.x, which laid a path to the productivity gains that underpinned international competitiveness, and freed the capital markets, and Howard broadened the revenue base via the GST, and took on organised labour in bringing flexibility to labour markets. (The latter cost him an election - possibly).

And 'maybe' this is where things turned ugly in domestic political culture. Since Work Choices no prime minister has been willing / capable of delviering any serious reform agenda (without losing their job in the process). No labour reform, no mining tax, no broadening of the revenue base, no carbon tax, no industry policy, no marriage equality, and at best a weird-assed approach to energy security. Whether people agree or disagree with any of those potential initiatives, the fundamental point is that governments are currently unable / unwilling to govern, and as a consequence there has been no preservation of mining boom revenues (having been given back in the form of unnecessary tax breaks, school halls and other associated sweeteners by both colour jerseys); no labour reform; no industry policy. Australia is quietly slipping into uncompetitiveness (in terms of productivity growth, research investment, non-mining exports etc) under the cover of the (softening) mining investment and harvest cycle.

At the earliest point of the terms of trade coming off, the country was suddenly under a revenue-stress that could escalate from mild to severe in the space of a decade unless addressed. Ignoring the politicking of the times, government deficits have exploded not through waste (though there are elements of such) but because revenue has karked.

Depressingly there is NO rhetoric in the lead up to this election that would suggest anybody is prepared to address issues of future competitiveness – because they are genuinely hard. This in spite of having hands, (particularly in Rudd and Turnbull) capable of making confident forward looking policy calls - because they CAN’T - we (via our private and public media agencies, business and union lobby groups) simply won’t let them.

Riley will be a bigger beneficiary or otherwise of the next government than I will, but he doesn’t get to vote, otherwise Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson would be calling the shots by Christmas. Short of this, it seems reform might only be possible as a response to extreme crises, still comfortably a few years away yet. Unless China stalls or US debt cracks – then we’re well rooted – and Batman and Robin might be the only remaining policy lever.

Sunday, 4 August 2013

Sun 3rd August


Sunday 3rd August

Am: Doors blown off in C Grade. 25km completed of 60km race. Intensity = "eye balls popping out".

Pm: 5 x Lappo stairs. 3:06 average, 3:01 best (45min session including downhills)

Achilles: Not so bad – stairs might be the go for a while
Weight: 90.6km

And your time starts....................now


37 weeks out – time to start again – two years older but no evidence whatsoever that I’ve gotten in any way smarter.

What’s harder this time:

Ø  Study – Approx 15 hours a week less time available for training.

Ø  Achilles as at the start of this preparation I still have residual issues, and any base miles have long disappeared. I’m a beginner runner for all intents.

What I’d change from last time:

Ø  Lose the weight up front and don’t wait for February. I suspect that carrying weight in itself increases injury risk, but also means that come the peak period I was less energetic than I might have otherwise been, given that I was still calorie limiting. Currently 91km, goal: get to 83 by new years = 375g per week.

Ø  Get the achilles functioning earlier and then forget running intensity. Off/on running is a poor preparation, and need to do everything possible to avoid this again.

Ø  A 1km swim twice a week isn’t swim training. Didn’t learn this until quite late last time – need to get to 3km sessions earlier.

What did:

Ø  Wednesday morning 70k intensity ride. Great way of upping threshold.

Ø  Camp. Three consecutive days of long hard rides seemed to deliver a bit of a step-up.

Ø  Three km straight swims. Swim performance improved rapiudly once I started stayig in the water for an hour each session.