So, among other things, I thought I’d try and keep a record of mine and the team’s training – naturally the latter will require a team so I will kick off with just mine 🙂
Tue 01 Jan 2013
Partying until the kids awake – perfect endurance training to kick off with.
Time to battle the bottle, fight the flab and shape up – 2013 here I come (via the alka-seltzer, a red bull and three lucazade)
On day two it takes all my energy to work out the instructions of how to assemble the turbo trainer. There are a disconcerting number of spare parts remaining.
Allowing for the earlier cycle to and from the office (13m round trip) I call it a night
Wear cycling clothes to drive the children and the Brompton into town. Drop the car and offspring at my mothers and pedal round the corner to the office – I am cheating no one but myself.
You Tube video evidence shows the assembly is correct, however, having it in the middle of the kitchen probably isn’t ideal.
Regardless, I pop in the training DVD and give it a go. I select the shortest steepest descent on offer and set off in a low gear – wonderful feeling, although as I start thinking the addition of a fan may be an idea to give it that ‘wind in the hair’ vibe I get carried away and lean into a corner too much and tip over. In my excitement I forgot that it is isn’t real – still three minutes, it’s a start!
Do the work thing with the car and bike again. I wonder why I bother with cycling gear as all I end up doing is adding baggy over layers to hide the lack of bulge in some areas and excess of it in others.
If I ever do lose weight I may try the Mamil thing (middle aged men in lycra).
On the subject of weight I purchased some new scales from Asda and I have gone from 16 stone (old scales) to 15.5 or 97kgs as it is in new money – a complete result.
To celebrate this and almost a week off the bottle for the first time in three decades Justine and I crack open the fizz which is followed by a second for good measure – not exactly what was planned.
My partner can’t get the time off school for the ride (she’s a teacher before any wrong conclusions are jumped to) so I am now minus a stoker on the tandem – maybe time for a bike change.
She is, kindly, still able to extract several shades of urine at my attempts to get fit – apparently as I hit the final hill at around 35 minutes in on the turbo trainer my breathing sounds like ‘a recently constipated person passing a football’! She’s all charm.
Chris Gurney has paid his money to enter and the team is back up to two again – like Justine and myself, he is another natural hill climber with the advantage of a few more years of experience. Yup, as unfit and even older!
Rather smugly, I did another 45 minutes on the trainer and finished with a flourish – I had to, my son was watching. Thankfully, I managed to hold back the tears until I’d dragged my lactic filled body out of the room…
Rest day(ish) – ride my daughter to and from nursery as well as make it to the office minus the car – a grand total of 13 miles, 8 of these were done with an additional 3 stone of passenger which easily tips us over the maximum weight a Brompton is designed to carry – and that’s before we add the luggage…
All of which leaves me with enough energy to start this blog…