Almost 3 weeks in and time to recap how the training is going.
Starts with S and ends with It.
No only kidding. It’s ‘going’ shall we say. I’ve discovered I need to do a hell of a lot more on the bike than I thought. The cycling is putting additional pressure on my rotated pelvis so getting comfortable is hard. Oh how much do I want to just reach in there and ‘rotate’ it back. (Don’t worry, I know that’s impossible).
Luckily I have found a really good physio to get it realigned Ina regular basis and although it can be uncomfortable the sessions aren’t torture and he has a good sense of humour so I can have a laugh when I am there.
I also have no idea what people are on about when they use their favourite buzz words such as ‘watts’ and ‘rpm’ and ‘cadence’ when it comes to cycling. I’m still very much in the frame of mind of sit on the seat and peddle. I guess I need to do more research.
Swimming is definitely improving. Slowly but surely I am breaking that barrier. Still have occasions I am convinced there is a shark in the pool right beside me about to kill me and yes, I have freaked out when something’s touched my foot when I am the ONLY one in the lane only to realise later it was my other bloody foot but hey, I’m still swimming. (Took a good few weeks to realise I was kicking my other foot but surely I’m not the only one to have little freak outs like this?). More focused drills seem to be helping my speed instead of going Dory style and just keep swimming.
That leaves my running. Now I truly love my running. It’s my release, my ‘head’ time, my listen to music that no one listened to when it was released time.
Back at the Road Runners after not going for club runs for a couple of weeks and I got a very hard, sharp wake up call. I’ve never been ‘fast’ – yes I can run and I’m happy with my pb’s to date – but I will never be first over the line. And that’s not because I have more chance of getting lost (which coincidentally is true), I just run because I simply enjoy it. I didn’t however enjoy finding out I have lost some speed. The cycling seems to be having more of an affect on me than I gave enough thought to. I couldn’t keep up on my first run and ended up doing the last 2 miles solo. It was embarrassing. I was really down about it. Perseverance is key though and although I was last again the following week on the hill run it was slightly better. Just need to keep at it and stop ignoring the fact I need to do speed work. GOD I hate speed work! What is the point of running when you can’t bloody breathe?! What is the point of pushing your body so you hurt the next day?! Collapsing at the end picturing your grave site?!
Oh yeah, because you need to do it.
Races have cut off times. If I pull myself through the water and drag myself round the bike course you’re damn sure I’m putting everything I have in to MY run. No it won’t be a time that will impress everyone but it will be my time on a Half Ironman course!
Not going to stop moaning about speed work though. Ha ha. Kind of also got to remember in doing a marathon before the Half Ironman too!