Last week you’ll recall was all about enthusiasm. I felt great, I’d decided to do have a crack at this little race and it was generally pretty good for work/life balance. This week past things haven’t been quite so rosy and truth be told if I didn’t know that I was going to be reporting back to you all at the end of the week some of my decisions may have changed.
Monday was a bit horrendous at work with a later than expected finish and some difficult situations to deal with then a club committee meeting at 6:30 meant that there was no way that I was getting to the pool for my swim. Realistically though there was no way that swim was ever going to get done unless I’d woken at stupid o’clock to head to the pool, as my plans of lunch-time swims rarely come off. Lesson for the day, be sensible with my planning and don’t make little failures out to be bigger than they are. One missed swim isn’t going to make or break this venture.
Tuesday I was coaching the club run session, and knowing that it would be difficult to do that and fit in my own running, I organised a session that would require me to run along with the group (and my trusty whistle) so that there could be no backing out. I, like most people, are much better when other people are relying on me than when I’m doing something for myself.
Wednesday was my first double day of this build up. As a coach I’m not a massive fan of double days (except for double runs) unless absolutely necessary because they pretty much guarantee a sleep debt, negatively impacting recovery and therefore training benefit. In this instance though I’m in a situation where the benefits outweigh the risk and with Simone heading into a stint of night-shift my sleep hygiene for the rest of the week is completely in my control (turns out that leaving me in control is a bad idea.) So, it was up early for an hour on the wind trainer then straight to work with the aim of leaving early to swim before coaching. Mid-way through the day Emma, fresh from attending the ITU World Championships, put her hand up to take the swim session leaving me to my own devices.
When the going gets tough, it’s not always the tough who get going
Work was okay and I got away at around four (for a change) and headed reluctantly to the pool. This was my biggest struggle of the week. I got to the car park and found the perfect parking spot near the entrance but as I rounded the corner I realised by the noise from inside that the place was packed with kids on school holidays. In a moment of weakness I decided to forget the session and head home rather than deal with them. As I started to drive towards the exit though I asked myself some hard questions. How much did I really want this? Was I prepared to do what I knew I needed to do? If I couldn’t answer these now, just ten days in, how was I going to go in another four or five weeks. I steeled myself, did a lap of the car park to return to the vacant spot. An hour later there was 3000m in the bank and I felt great, not just because of the swim but because I’d triumphed over the voice in my head and done the harder thing.
Thursday is long run day for me, primarily because it is the day when I am guaranteed no dad duties. The plan was to get up early and hit the trails but when I woke the wind gusts were crazy, making the trails a dubious option. I decided to grab an extra hour’s kip and get it done straight from work. No issues getting out the door at the end of the day and I ran (from Maylands) down to East Perth, across to the stadium and return by the new bridge. It was warm and I knew I had access to taps going that way. It wasn’t fast and it wasn’t particularly pleasant but 12km in the bank, 20% longer than the last week. I wouldn’t normally increase at this rate but the body is recovering well and remembering what to do so I’ll just keep an eye on things.
Friday was an early morning swim with Karen, Jenny and Kellie at the swamp (again having others there makes motivation much easier) and in the evening I jumped on the trainer again for a threshold session. I started pretty late because I had to pick Leila (my daughter) from the airport after having flown solo for the first time to spend a week in South Australia with Granny and Grandad. I probably didn’t get to sleep until midnight, so that wasn’t ideal, but it was important for my mindset to tick it off.
Saturday and Sunday were a trail run and ride respectively with the club planned session. It was great to catch up with Ian who obliged by slowing himself down to keep me company on the run, though I think he got some sort of sadistic pleasure from taking me on that route through the Andes. The ride was scheduled to depart at seven from Kelmscott and I intended to ride there to get my time in the saddle (aka T.I.T.S.) up to four hours for the day. After an unexpected closed road I had to change my planned route to a shorter though more risky option and bust a gut to get there with 30 seconds to spare. Sadly, it was only me and Oleg (A Group leader) who showed up and while I was initially going to turn and head for the flats and leave him to do his thing, I once again made my mind up to do the harder thing, and boy was it hard! Oleg is a monster on the bike and with him looping back to me after finishing the climbs I swear he probably rode 10km further in the 2.5hrs we were together. It was great though, we tackled some pretty tough ascents and I got a fantastic workout before leaving him at Kalamunda to head home.
Where to now?
So now it’s taking it easy for the rest of the day before a slightly easier week next week. For us older folk (40 seems to be the marker) I like to have every third week as a week for training absorption rather than the more traditional four week cycle. There will still be a number of good solid sessions but it’s important to remember that your body’s adaptation to training is actually a response to trauma, building it back up stronger for next time. If you don’t give it good conditions to repair every now and then you just end up breaking down. I see a lot of athletes train the house down but end up with much less than optimal results because they think the work is more important than the recovery. It’s not, they’re both critical to achieving your best results from what you put in.
So that’s it from me for this week. Hopefully I’ll see a few more of you at the club sessions this week as tri season looms large and training for other events finishes up. I need you to help keep me accountable in my weak moments.
Trav (aka Stikman)
**If you missed week one you can catch up here.