Up at 5:45am for A Very Dark Place which accurately describes my basement at that bloody time in the morning. One hour of long intervals, not full out, but certainly not an easy spin.
The idea this week is endurance overload – I’m upping the hours, but keeping the intensity under wraps and that idea carried over to this evening’s run. Rather than the interval run session that I have been doing the past few weeks, I just went for a base effort steady run of just over 13k.
Weather bloody horrible, at least on the way out – hail stinging my face, not so bad on the way home. Nice to be out though. Solid day.
Early start. On the bike in basement before 6am for A Very Dark Place. Always tough to give it 100% at this time of day, but after a sluggish start, I managed to give it a decent effort.
Out for a run at lunchtime.Only had time for 7k or so, and I had wanted this to be the first intervals session of the year. Unfortunately, there is no track that I know of in Liverpool, especially not one buried in snow still, and I don’t know the roads well enough to find one that is fairly quiet, flat and measurable. So, I just ended up running along the waterfront path, which only took a minute, and just did 3 reps. Ah well, felt good anyway. I feel like I’m actually running well for this stage in the year, despite the knee problems that I’ve had. I have to get this interval session worked out though, becuase it’s liable to have to fit into a Tuesday lunchtime for the next few weeks.
Early Start Wednesday. Swimming in the evening and lunchtime in Bridgewater means a 5:45am bike session. At this time of year that equals thesufferfest.com and this morning’s wake-up call was A Very Dark Place.
Evening swim session with the tri club – good tough effort again. I was really feeling my lats after the pushups and upper gym work yesterday, but everything loosened up nicely. Didn’t swim as well as last week possibly, but it was a good swim nevertheless. Knackered now.
Tour of Sufferlandria – Stage 4 – A Very Dark Place
Niggling bloody knee injury reappeared after a 40min run on the treadmill to get to the race start – damn team bus left without me! Had to take it easy out of the saddle with Gilbert taking a lead, nothing I could do other than watch him ride uphill away from me…
Back on the flat though we hit the cobbles, and rather than eat dirt I was hammering at the front with Cancellera for company. Stoked. Not my best day, especially when saving something for tomorrow’s mountain stage, had to bide my time. Plan to come back to this stage soon and really stick it.
Woohoo… woke up this morning with a bing and noticed upon springing out of bed that my knee was still pain free(ish). This is good.
Did a double trip to Sufferlandria, first The Wretched, followed by A Very Dark Place, followed by 30min of the 2005 Ironman World Championship – 2.5 hours on the bike. Followed that with a 6k tempo run in the sunshine.
Knee was pain free during the bike, and I didn’t hold back too much on the sufferfests. Felt it on the run a bit, but probably 80% better, and it didn’t feel like it was holding me back too much. Flipping marvellous, back to it full steam ahead!
Well, I got out for a run… sort of. It was still fairly wild blizzard conditions out, and was a painfully slow hobble of a run. Thankfully, it wasn’t actually painful though. I took it gingerly, partly not to upset the healing progress, and partly not to upset my balance in the ice and snow. All good. Got back in one piece.
I wrapped some ice around it, more as a prophylactic, and an hour or so later decided to sit on my bike again…
Sufferfestukah Day 7 – A Very Dark Place
I wasn’t going to go all out at this again. No standing up out of the saddle, no hammering, no pushing big gears. I allowed myself the big chainring, but only in moderation!
I was watching the 2011 Paris-Nice stage live when Di Gregario managed to hold his bike upright, amazingly, and even though I know it’s coming in Interval 1, it still causes me a ‘whoa, sh*t’ exclamation – how’d he do that?!
However, in Interval 4, racing Cancellera over the Paris Roubaix cobbles, I maybe pushed things a little more than I should. Bah, it’ll be all right…