Ok so it’s actually only 39.5 hours but that doesn’t quite have the same ring to it. Anyway let’s move on.
It was to be a nine day training camp. I wasn’t exactly sure how fit I was when I arrived at Lanzarote so the plan was quite loose and flexible. I had been training reasonably consistently for a couple of months but not in all three sports. I had plenty of pool time racked up but both my biking and running had been somewhat light in November and December.
I hoped I’d manage a big week. I thought somewhere in the region of thirty hours might be on the cards if I didn’t blow myself to pieces in the first couple of days.
January is done. I’m counting the weeks that are left of winter and in Ireland it could be anything from six to sixteen. I’ve ridden in March in short sleeves in the past and had snowy rides in May.
The optimistic side of me is thinking that there’s maybe only six weeks left before things get nicer for riding outdoors, but the realist knows that even if we get some mild weather in March that April is usually a wet month.
And absolutely anything can happen in May.
I’m regularly distracted by the thoughts that maybe I could swing a week cycling somewhere warm before winter ends.
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I woke early and had some work to do before heading to the pool. I had intended on doing an hour or so but when I started swimming I was really tired. Right from the first length I was arguing with myself that I needed an easy day. I added up my training hours so far this week in my head and thought I had about sixteen hours so far and I told myself that with two more big days over the weekend I’d still get close to thirty hours done.
The arguments went back and forth in my head as I slowly clocked off the laps. I eventually decided that if I did 1500 meters I could call that a reasonable swim, anything less would be embarrassing.
Swim volume: An experiment. How I took a minute off my 1000 meter time trial in 2 weeks.
After yesterdays lounging around it’s back to work and although the heatings fixed in the pool it’s not quite as warm as the first couple of swims. I managed 3550m before shivering my way to the hot showers.
Swimming like a boss.
Ok so a very slow swimming boss but I’m still on track. The day started with a 2.9k swim. I was aiming for 3k but lost count and it was only during breakfast that I realised I was short.
We arrived in Lanzarote late Saturday evening and after building the bikes and settling into the apartment we went for dinner. The day was going to be a write off as far as training went. The good news is that our apartment is facing onto the swimming pool so it will be easy to get to.