Since I’ve stopped proper, structured training I’m enjoying doing things I haven’t done in a long time. Saturday morning coffee rides and Sunday morning group runs are just two.
On both there’s some playing around. It’s the sort of stuff that I don’t tend to do when I’m training hard. I tend to do what I’m told, although Ais might beg to differ on this point. When I’m training seriously sessions are done (mostly) as prescribed as opposed to just going out and racing up hills and stopping for coffee with Durnin every 45 minutes or so.
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When I decided to take a break earlier this year, for the first time ever I really struggled with a complete lack of motivation. I just didn’t want to do anything. I forced myself to keep going on short rides and Ais dragged my lazy arse out on runs. So a while ago I decided to see if riding with friends or running with a group helped with rediscovering the love of it.
And it did help, there’s an energy on the group run. There’s the fight to save face and not get dropped when the pace goes up, there’s the chat and the joking.
The Saturday morning coffee rides are the same. Chatting, racing up hills, rolling along lazily until Cormac decides to kill me. This morning was the same mixture of chat, talk of Valentino Rossi, motorbike racing, coffee versus tea on the cake stop, and even some boys stories about former girlfriends.
I laughed a lot and we cracked jokes. Then we rode hard and pretended we weren’t trying. When Cormac looked over his shoulder to check I was on his wheel I smiled and tried to look like I was falling asleep as opposed to chewing on the handlebars.
I sat on wheels and jumped on short hills, that’s all I have the legs for these days, and I then got killed when the road flattened and the pace went up and up.
I was quickly reminded of the difference between racing legs and coffee ride legs.
And despite getting hammered, or perhaps for exactly that reason I can’t wait for next Saturday.
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From smoker to back of the pack triathlete to the Ironman World Championships.
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