Goals have been set, races selected and work has began. I am currently 3 days in to a new and more structured training plan so what better time to write about it?
I’m exhausted! And it’s only been 3 days!! Talk about a wake up call! Ultra training was tiring don’t get me wrong but going long and slow clearly worked for me because 1, I could keep my eyes open past 6pm at night and 2, I could still walk after a session. Now some might say I clearly wasn’t going hard enough – and possibly the number of photo’s I would take during a race may be evidence towards that – but I enjoyed them. I never felt like I was about to collapse and die or, even worse, throw up all over myself.
Current long term goals though involve slightly more than heading out the door with a hydration vest filled with flap jacks and returning a few hours later (usually a good 30 – 45 minutes longer than planned after getting lost but that really was part of the fun).
Day 1. Swim. Correction. Longest swim I have ever done! I remember the day I went to the pool and the swim club’s set was still written on the board. ‘400m warm up’. Warm up. 400m was my entire session that day. It was pointed out to me that one day that would be my warm up. Well. Day 1 was that day! Or to be more accurate, 500m was the warm up. 20 x 25m. Never done that before. First few were a bit strange but I got into it. Then I forgot to start my watch for the main set so it looked like I had an extra long rest when in actual fact I was swimming 100m. Rookie mistake there Ella come on. I was meant to use paddles but pool rules state everyone in the lane has to agree to me using them. They did not agree. But they did kindly ‘keep out my way’ meaning I didn’t get caught behind them often so I appreciate that.
‘Keep out of my way’. I mean seriously! You would think I’m under the impression I own that lane! But what other way can I say it? (however sometimes I do feel that it is MY lane I’m in there that often ha ha. Just a shame my swimming doesn’t justify it).
After many, many checks of the watch to see what lap I am on it’s on to the cool down and I am eventually done. I am not swimming one single length more. Nah ah. David in the health suite is my absolute saviour when I discover he has a tub of Heroes and I shove 2 in my mouth – almost with the wrapper still on I am that hungry!
Day 2 and it’s a turbo. I’m getting used to my turbo so I’m not dreading it. I’ve also found a new series on Netflix to binge watch so that’s always a bonus. I even manage to connect the cadence sensor to my watch ALL by myself. Definitely a victory moment there for Ella. It takes a while to adjust the gears enough to hit the numbers I am looking for but about half way through the session I get there. I still don’t understand ‘big gear’ – why not just say ‘harder gear’ or easier gear’??? What’s big about it??? My legs don’t grow any by using it! Possibly my arse from all this sitting down but definitely not my legs (and that’s if I’m using it which I’m probably not – I did feel at one point my bike doesn’t have enough gears to do what I was meant to but I don’t know if you can add gears? I know you can’t add them to a car. Is it possible for a bike not to have enough gears? God I’m really not a cyclist.) Anyway. Turbo done – but no chocolates devoured that night.
Day 3 and I decide today is the day I am going to run in the early morning again. The hardest thing about running before the sun comes up is deciding what to wear. Not in a ‘gok wan going out out’ style but more in a temperature way. I opt for shorts because rule of thumb for me is that unless there is a full on blizzard with 10 inches of snow on the ground then shorts is the way to go. T-shirt and long sleeve top is also selected (topless running isn’t a thing – and even if it was I wouldn’t be doing it). The long sleeve top is quickly discarded. I’ve got 6 x 2 min hard efforts. Let me say it again. ULTRA RUNNER. Hard effort is basically not stopping to take a photo of the leaves falling from the trees or the funny sign at the side of the road. It is NOT running until you throw up. And trust me, it doesn’t take 2 minutes before I want to throw up! I’ve dragged my friend along in an effort to try and make me do this. She officially hates me and calls me all the names under the sun. Clearly not doing a hard effort if you can still speak love!
Somehow we get through the 6 of them and slowly run home. My stomach reminds me I haven’t been doing the same efforts or even mileage recently I am used to and there are a few very close moments. I have to stand outside her flat as still as a statue at one point in a bid not to prevent anything escaping from my body. I turn to cross the road and abruptly stop for a minute. Think the scene in Bridesmaids when they are trying on dresses after that dodgy meal. Yup. That’s what flashed through my head. Just minus the big white dress to hide under!
Everyone is still asleep when I get home.
Off to work after and by 3pm I’m dipping. An afternoon nap would have been amazing! I’m so jealous of those that get to nap. Why can’t I be an 80 year old women who can nap at any point she wants? I think that should be my goal! Pretty sure I currently look like one I am that tired.
I’m just adjusting though. I’m loving having a structure and I know that I can do it. I also know what motivates me – and no it’s not a box of Heroes but I wouldn’t turn them down (although probably should). Life may be like a box chocolates but in this case I do know what I am going to get….
Tired. Very tired. Ha ha.