I’ve been out of radio contact for a month. Apologies. This has been the most hectic four weeks. In fact, this has been the most hectic 18 months… I seem to have hit a really productive phase, despite having
very little nothing to show for it on the pages of this blog. But there are some very exciting projects in the pipeline (pun incidental). Only thing is, that working like a maniac has diverted my energies away from training as hard as I’d like. Especially with Vegas 70.3 less than 8 weeks away (YIKES).
In saying that, last weekend I rode about 220km and ran the longest I have been able to manage since my operation in April. Saturday was a really strong brick session: solo ride to Frankston, group ride back with some very strong female cyclists (which was a treat as there was a crazy head wind so they were a welcome gift on the way home), followed by a 13km run. The run was slow but steady. I’m not breaking any records.
Sunday was the inaugural Rapha Women’s 100, where women all over the world got together to ride 100km. Arriving at the warehouse in Collingwood and being greeted with free coffee and bananas, it was awesome to see so many women gathered for the ride. Jess, Kerensa and I got lost before even leaving the block, but soon caught up. It was rolling lolz all day (rolz?), and I met a ton of incredible ladies who love their bike as much as I do. And that gave me happiness in my heart. A few of us swapped numbers like a warped speed-dating session. Looking forward to future bike dates!
Of course, Rapha were the perfect hosts, providing us with some swag to take home (smart little monochrome saddle bags and freshly ground coffee beans), as well as a champagne lunch. All for just being a girl and riding a bike. THANK YOU BICYCLE GODS. More to the point, thank you Rapha (not for the first time). I even managed to get papped a couple of times and make it to the homepage of the Rapha site and their facebook page…
But since last Sunday I’ve been flat-out with non-sport-related projects. And Vegas is getting closer and closer, all the while my butt is getting bigger and bigger. However, I’m trying to maintain perspective – I’m not going to get a PB, especially since I’m relatively unfit right now. If I finish in last place, then SO BE IT. Tomorrow, Jarrod and I are heading up to Eildon to get some hill-time in and to get out of the city. June and July have been a bit of a pressure cooker, so kangaroos and gum trees are just the remedy. I’m aiming for about 5 hours riding tomorrow with an hour and a half run, and an hour riding on Sunday with a 2 hour run. But let’s see how it pans out. I’m in a bit of a bad habit of exerting my free will over the training plan right now (i.e. doing what I want to do, instead of doing what I need to do). It’s been tough juggling everything. And I have the most awful guilt that accompanies missing training. But I feel like this weekend is like a big RESET button.
Finally, my training buddy who left me for the lure of the tropics has launched her new site: The Wholesome Athlete , so please can we send some traffic her way by clicking the link – perhaps even try a few of the recipes out and send in your photos (your very own chance for internet fame!).
That’s all for now. I’m going to watch The Tour and try and manifest myself the body of an athlete whilst eating chocolate ice cream at the same time.