I am not a lover of rollercoasters. I’m so prone to travel sickness that most fairground rides leave me regretting I got on them in the first place. Some great exciting things happened this week. One really awful thing happened this week. I’m not quite over the disorientation yet, but I think it’s time to write about this week.
I’m just past the halfway point in my 18 week training plan. Does this mean I’ve done 9 weeks of solid work and ticked off everything on the training plan? Not quite. Not by a long shot. All the unticked activities on the training plan mock me, and highlight the gaping chasm between me and the half ironman race. What was I thinking? Continue reading “Training plan = more what you’d call ‘guidelines’ than actual rules”
I’m writing this at the end of week two, and, for reasons that should become apparent, week one seems a long long time ago. I embarked upon my 19 week training plan with a slight sense of dread, and a real fear that I’d bitten off more than I could chew. My usual week tends to involve a swim and a run or two, and maybe a cycle at the weekend if I can’t find anything better to do (which I usually can). So how was I going to fit in three runs, three swims and three cycles? Continue reading “Week One”