So, we hit February and according to the magical Strava, I’ve climbed 9,117 feet in 231 miles which is 2779mof elevation in 371 km. All sounds very impressive until I remembered the Ouka is just over 2000m climbing in 120km. In other words, OMFG.
Much like James, the weight has not fallen off and despite my optimism, it has not converted to muscle
This year a new training regime is needed and I have decided to undertake a series of hypnosis sessions in an effort to improve my cycling. I am going to be hypnotised and become Alberto Contador. He had a knack for partaking in performance enhancing activities and winning the le Tour. This is much more in tune with my style of training. I have also discovered that eating energy gels whilst drinking Stella is most definitely a sure fire way to improving endurance. I will be conducting a controlled experiment to see how efficient this training method is compared to just eating energy gels.
James, the founder member of the team has found fame and is appearing on life size posters at the London Bike Show (Education for all stand).
Tomorrow is a new month and a new challenge – the goal is 11,000 feet of climbing, preferably in something closer to a 100 miles.
… – which is mildly concerning; enough in fact to focus the mind!
EFA who organise the Marrakech-Atlas Etape have been sending out publicity from posters to leaflets – all of which feature, among others, a certain James Tuffs who sticks out from the crowd due to the choice of ride being his Brompton – that and the fact he looks noticeably slimmer than the current incarnation.
So, I weigh myself – 16 and a half stone is the depressing truth. A casual two and a half stone heavier than when I did the ride last year.
There was nothing for it, a trip to the storage unit ensued, the ‘tubby’ trainer located and a bike bought from the office, dismantled to fit down the hatch and rebuilt in the saloon. Now under the decks in the workshop, between the sail bags and the diesel tank is the space where I will be spending several hours a week pedaling towards a 34″ waist – the thinner I get, the more room I will have! Not that it will solve the problem of my spine gently rubbing the cockpit deck above mind 🙂
In short, work hit like an express train and in between the 60 hour weeks I am not even sure if Chris and I got a beer in, let alone a bike ride. The entire month’s riding was limited to trips between the boat, office and meetings. Not quite the glorious start I was hoping for…