A toughy, but a goody

At present, it seems its all about riding... the last 2 weeks I have ridden further than ever before... which although gives me a real sense of achievement is also bloody hard work!

Last week we went out to McLaren Vale and back, about an 80km round trip... stopped for coffee half way - as seems to be the way it goes. I don't know about this caffeine business. Talk about uncomfortable the whole way home. I have a tiny bladder at the best of times!!

This week we extended it a bit further and went to Willunga... an extra 10km each way so I managed to clock over the 100km mark for the first time ever. Its a real sense of achievement. I felt really great afterwards, as well as through my ride which was very pleasing. I think I must be made for distance work.... ask me to do sprint work and I will baulk at it, but anything with some distance just sounds like a challenge!

So after nearly 5 hours in the saddle (the last little bit one of our group was cramping so we had a bit of a plod back to drop him home) I was famished. Got home and put on the old compression gear and absolutely monstered a turkey salad sandwich... what a great way to spend a Sunday hey?

Who's up for next week?

Sometimes it just hurts!

This one hurt!!! 32 Degrees, 10km of suck it up princess and keep running. That said, Im thankful for the running that I can do as it won't last forever. I felt like I was running at an absolute plod! Last night in bed my legs kept doing that "nearly cramping" thing so I spent a fair portion of the night waking up!! Bugger.

I haven't done a 'long' run in a while (back in the day... 10km wasn't a long run) but the plan after my ankle is reconstructed is for 10km to again become a fairly regular sort of distance again. To train for and complete my half marathon and then go from there...

Friends of ours just ran the New York Marathon - I was inspired by what they did. One day deciding that they wanted to run a marathon, they began the training and got stuck in. Heading to NY they had no expectations of actually running the whole way, but on arriving at the race thats just what they did. Ran the WHOLE 42km. Isn't that insane? 42km. Its the challenge. The challenge drives me, the aftermath hurts, and the memories and sense of achievement last for years. Bring it!

My big day out.

So despite weighing up how bad this could possibly be, with scenarios running through my head of bonking half way up a hill, not yet even at the half way point.... it wasn't so bad. In fact not only that, it was well... enjoyable. (Ssshhh its our secret hey?)

The boys wanted to do an 80km ride, up hills, a long way from home. The furthest I had ever previously gone is 60km and that was flat! I had spent 3 weeks off my bike.... you can imagine my hesitation.

So cutting a long story short - I decided to suck it up and give it a bash. As it turns out, Gorge Rd was just a beautiful ride. We managed to dodge the awful weather from the weekend - even getting outselves some sun, we managed a tailwind up and a headwind down (ah- thank you!!) AND managed all 75.29km of it.

A sense of achievement - yes. Sore shoulders - also yes. Compression gear afterwards - hell yes. Do it again?? Of course!

So this is the ride:

New ride to work!

So, we have moved... all be it temporarily, but we have moved. With this brings all kinds of fun (& nightmares!!) but what it does mean, is that in our relationship I now have the longer ride to work. Still not far, only 10km - but it works for me. I need to put in some extra k's and riding to work is the best way for me to do it. Its a guaranteed 20km round trip per day, then (or do I mean now) that the weather is fine, I plan to pad it out a little with some additional distance each day.
Truth is 111km ride for the TDU is an intimidating prospect given that I haven't done a long ride for 3 weeks now. 3 WEEKS. Crap. Best get moving.

Talk soon.

S.
xx

Head in the books

On a recent work trip interstate I grabbed myself a copy of the latest runners world. I love to read these kind of things on the plane (& yes, lets be honest, it beats the airline mags hands down) and it bit me. You know... the kind of sneak up behind you when you're not looking and bite you so you get "the bug"... well I have the bug. The running bug that is.

Its funny, right through winter I forget how much I enjoy getting outside and running. I see new things, I keep in touch with my local area, I end up that nice golden brown colour (YES I do appreciate this is bad, but trust me... I do wear sunscreen religiously and it STILL happens.) and I find that the scales tell me nice things when I jump on them.

I can't tell you why, but running - only running sheds the kilos for me. I can spend hours on a bike, or swimming laps in a pool, or in the gym and I will get fit, strong and all those good things, but running just is the only thing that makes me drop any extra kilo's. Which is great - because it does mean that I can do those other things BETTER. My swimming improves, my cycling is stronger, my basketball is better and I actually get muscles, little girly muscles. :-)

Running & gym are the only things which really give me muscle soreness. I HAVE to say a massive thanks to Barry & the team at Linebreak for their compression gear when this comes round. To be brutally honest, without this my recovery takes so much longer. Shameless plug... maybe - but it is the truth at the same time. So for all my fast approaching old age (no it doesn't scare me, no I don't worry about it) I have to say, being able to do the things I enjoy is far more important!

Live people. Get out and live!

Up & About

Well, as we all know getting out and about ends up with sore muscles and tired little eyes. I have had a bit of a case of both of late, so Wednesday just gone I was lucky enough to book myself in for a massage!!
We have a massage therapist at work so one of the perks of knowing the person who you've booked in with to revive your legs is that when you book for 45mins you get 1 hours worth! Amazing. It really helped me clean out all the crap, the lactate and feel so so much better for it. This weekend will be a quiet one exercise wise as we have weddings, family dinners, christenings and the like however to be brutally honest, I am sick of being on my bike, so a weekend off will be wonderful.
We had a BUG breakfast at work the other morning and as much as it was cycling cycling and still more cycling, it was lovely just to spend some time with the common interest, without having to have my bum in the saddle!!

Hot tip, find yourself a user group at work. They shouted me breakky AND a hot tasty coffee.

Off they come...

Its happening all around me. People are coming off their bikes left right and centre. A lady I work with who we describe as a christmas tree on 2 wheels was knocked off by a policeman!! Yep, you heard me right. Crazy. Then on the weekend my other half was riding along and managed to go into a corner just that bit too quick, found a bit of gravel, and have a look at the result!
Poor boy. However, Im still yet to work it out, but the brand new Liquigas Team gear he was wearing for only the second time... the worst it had on it was blood and grease. No holes, no tears, nothing. Amazing. He was another story though, holes and tears in his shoulder, back, hand, and hip.... he's presently sporting a 20cm bruise across his hip, which for someone who never bruises is impressive to say the least.

As for me. Safetly on the saddle. I did my ride (maxed at 61km/hr coming down the hill and the whole time was thinking DONT COME OFF, DONT COME OFF, DONT COME OFF!!) tackled some decent hills and a headwind. Completed my 50km's and still felt good. Its a shame I didn't have the time to keep going, as I think I had another 20ish km's in my legs yet. All fares well for the TDU ride.

Exciting. I have been able to ride to work regularly now too which helps me heaps. So todays plan... ride in, run home, gym tomorrow morning then ride home tomorrow night. Its great. After all the injuries and hassles Ive been having to finally get back to some decent exercise is wonderful.

Time ticks away though, every day Im closer to getting my ankle recon, so I best make the most of the time I have hey? Before I have to sit tight for 3 months!