I came across an article recently proclaiming that a new study had found a way of getting the same gains from less training. I normally flick on past these articles because they’re usually a load of
boll%x rubbish but this one had been tweeted by former pro Ironman athlete and top ten Kona finisher Paul Huddle.
I’ve worked with Paul at Ironman 70.3 Dublin for a couple of years and I’d heard him being interviewed before on the Legends of Triathlon Podcast. He was quite entertaining and also not someone who struck me as being the type who looked for shortcuts or was afraid of hard work so I clicked in to check it out.
Sure enough the study found that you could get the same gains in strength with less training, it wasn’t just click bait. Still, I found myself mentally arguing against it. Why would I want to train less? I do Ironman in large part because I love the training. Lots of training. All the time. Just ask Asho… Read More
It’s raining outside. It’s two degrees with a real feel of minus three. It’s dark and miserable out. I think of all the reasons why I shouldn’t get on the bike.
Ironman Lanzarote is, like, eight months away, missing one ride probably won’t hurt.
I have work to do that somehow seems much more pressing than when the sun is shining.
Checking emails, checking orders, checking sales numbers checking the weather app.
Checking anything that means I’m not planting my arse on the saddle and going out into the cold.
I’m going to split the blog into two parts each week. There seems to be some interest in the numbers. How many hours, kilometres, sessions or meters I manage to squeeze in each week. That’s this one. It’ll probably be a Wednesday post.
I’m also on Strava as Rob Cummins Wheelworx if you want to follow my training and sessions in more detail.
And as long as I can keep think of some semi entertaining story there will be a Monday Blog too which going on recent trends will probably be about the size of my arse (which Asho seems to think is shrinking) despite bursting out of several pairs of shorts.
Anyway, this week is really my first proper weeks training in months. I’ve entered Ironman Lanzarote in May which is 37 weeks away.
The next couple of months is just about rebuilding some basic fitness and strength so that when I get to January I’ll be in good enough shape to handle the harder sessions in the last twenty weeks.
So to get caught up. Since April I have swam a grand total of twice.
I know, I know. Read More
Jesus I haven’t seen that number for a long time.
Maybe the scales is wonky. I step off, pick it up, shake it (you will note that I have technical proficiency in spades) switch it off and back on, give it another shake just in case the first one wasn’t quite enough and place it carefully back on the floor making sure that it’s level and reset correctly.
Ok it says 0.00 before I step up. There it is again 65. Holy shit the last time I was this light I was running like….I can’t think of any funny simile so let’s just say I was running well. Really well. I was also biking well uphill but not so good on the flat.
The problem with the number this time is that it’s not as a result of a savage training and strict nutritional regime. It’s mostly the result of having a stomach bug that’s dragged on for a couple of weeks.
Still, I look down at my stomach and think that if I squint just a little bit I can see one or two bits of a six pack starting to peep through. Or maybe that’s just a couple of wrinkles…If only I’d actually done all of those crunches and planks I’d planned on…
I sit down on the stairs to put on my cycling shoes and I feel something cold. Shit I think, I’ve sat in a puddle. I slide to the left and look down beside me. But it’s dry. Funny that.
Still, I’m in a bit of a hurry so I don’t ponder on where the puddle has gone. I lean back on my right butt cheek and I feel it again. Cold and wet…what the hell?
I look down and the stair is definitely dry so I reach around and feel my shorts to see if they’re wet. And I feel skin. My right bum cheek is just hanging out there. Waving around in the breeze.
I’ve burst my shorts. Jesus I know I’ve been going a bit heavy on the cake lately, and the training’s been a little light but seriously? I’m bursting shorts? Read More
Lionel Sanders is a force of nature. He’s changing himself and along with it our sport.
Every so often someone comes along who changes the rules. Someone who redefines what is normal, or reasonable or even what’s possible. Lionel has been challenging our perception of what’s normal or reasonable with his unorthodox training methods. Training almost exclusively indoors all year round was unheard of before Lionel.
Now he has shown that he has what it takes to change how races at run and he is determined to etch his name on the monument of our sport, Ironman Hawaii. Read More
There have been few marathons in the last couple of years that have exercised opinions or attracted as much attention as Nikes breaking2 attempt at Monza last Saturday. Rarely does a marathon result register in the mainstream media in the same way that Eliud Kipchoge’s 2:00:24 did.
One of the most interesting things about it though is not how close he came to breaking that elusive 2 hour barrier rather that it divided opinion so much amongst runners.
Ask most runners what they think about how how some of the biggest marathons in the world, London or Boston or were raced or won this year they probably wouldn’t have an answer. Ask them who had stood on the top step of the podium and they also couldn’t tell you.
Ask them what their thoughts were on Nikes Breaking2 attempt and you are almost guaranteed to get an answer that is either gushing excitement at how close they came to making history or a negative reaction that it was just a marketing stunt, wasn’t a real marathon or that the use of pacers or some other factor was all wrong and against the ethos of the sport. Either way most have an opinion and are at least aware that it took place.
I remember when Aisling was training for her first Ironman in 2008 each time she met with her coach he would ask about her training motivation. She would say it was fine and move on. Later on she said to me that she had no idea what he was talking about. If she had training to do she just did it. Motivation didn’t enter into it. She could either train or she couldn’t and unless there was a physical reason not to train then she did everything she was told. Click on through for more…