Weird year here.
Started full of enthusiasm for IM Lanza. Jan + Feb several 2+ hour Wednesday rides on the MTB in winter gear at a nice zone 2 HR, long steady runs at the weekend. Strung together a run of 12 hour training weeks (a lot for me) and enjoyed them.
Then Lanza got shelved, and so did my plans. Kind of ambled along for the rest of the Spring.
June I entered race #1 which was Race to the Bill, an oly except with a sprint distance bike. Didn’t bike particularly well but somehow pulled out a decent run. 2nd overall (although the Brownlees stayed away LOL)- it was a very “local” field and the winner had 10 minutes on me.
August, race #2, another local sprint. This time the bike power was much closer to what Zwift reckons I can do, which was pleasing, although this time I couldn’t back it up with a good run.
October, race #3. Leicester half marathon. Biggish event, couple of thousand runners. And it absolutely chucked it down from start to finish, with a strong wind too. The run out of the city was largely downhill and wind assisted, felt a lot like being propelled by a water cannon. Through 10km in 38 minutes and thinking “why on earth does this not feel painful?”. Then BOOM, turn around at halfway, back into town uphill into the water cannon- often through ankle deep water. Ok, now it felt painful. Dug deep to bring it home in 1h23. 41st finisher, so clearly the day was equally grim for everyone. Was chuffed with that. And yet…
… I don’t know how much I enjoyed training for it. 9 weeks of running pretty much every day, 80km per week average and 100km peak. Towards the end I just wanted it over.
And there’s the rub. The first 2 races I really enjoyed, because they were incidental to my hobby/habit of exercising for fun pretty much every day. But the 3rd race felt like a second job, having set this arbitrary target of running 1h25 & then feeling compelled to train for it whether I wanted to or not.
So my take home from this year, at this point in life, is that races are just one sort of icing. Being healthy, being able to move the full compliment of body parts, sleeping well, fitting into clothes properly, being able to go for a run with friends, or family, or to hastily pick up a new air bed from Sainsbury in Dartmouth when camping and realising the existing one is flat and the shops shut in 20 minutes and it’s 2 miles away and up a big hill and I’m 2 pints of cider in… those things are the cake.
Next year? Not sure. It will definitely include posting ample nonsense on TriTalk of course. Have entered Cotswold classic but won’t set any time goals or apply mental pressure beyond enjoying the day. Indoor pain cave is now fully prepped, that has been a project this year- having all the gear just there is really nice & makes it so easy just to hop on after work or on a rainy evening. Feeling the love for Zwift at the moment & the race action fix it offers.
Keep it up ladies and gents 