The plan was for the Cape Crusaders to head for the hills this afternoon. The Ironman was all for a three circuit route over Mont Veknockhill, back over the north face of Col du Cleish climb back up to the Knockhill crossroads and repeat three times.
The weather had a different opinion. At 10:00 this morning the sleet and rain was blasting the windows in Dunfermline. With temperatures in Cape Town currently 37 degrees, there felt limited value in 'acclimatisation' training in Fife this morning ............ or even this afternoon. Bigman wimped out and said he was off to the gym instead. And in a nanosecond, the Ironman was supportive of the decision.
And so it was. Off to Cowdenbeath to take in the second half of the FA League cup final whilst trotting out the miles on the step machine and then onto the bikes for the closing 10 minutes of the game.
The Ironman was on iron form. At one point he was complaining because the bike resistance only went up to level 25! He was awesome. Even at this tempo, with his head resembling a blonde brit who forgot to put on sun block in Costa Lot resort - beacon red - he could not replicate the swimming pool proportions of the Bigman's perspiration rate. He commented on concerns that the locals in south Africa might mistake the torrents in the drains as flash floods from the hills as opposed to the Bigman merely climbing a few mountain passes!
Bigman opted for keeping 'low tide' and sticking with a Witches Hat routine of level 15 and 60+ revs per minute.
And then to the mats for the obligatory 220 sit ups before moving on to the weights .
After The Ironman left there was 10 minutes back on the step maching whilst watching the biathlon cross country skiing. after the 10 minutes watching the activity on screen, Bigman felt he had taken the lead. If only footie fives had not called, he may have taken virtual gold in Vancouver, but it was not to be.
A final hour of fives, completed the three hours training regime for a Sunday afternoon and we are back into the week.
The Victory send off party is next Saturday evening with over a hundred friends and fellow cyclists coming to make sure we go. It is going to be a crackin night as everyone wants to have a cracking night.
The Posse Ecosse will all be there and the Cape Crusaders may break from their 'strictly low alcohol' consumption training regime.
Sunday 28 February 2010
Winter has a sting in the tail.....
The snow flakes were gently falling in the centre of Dunfermline. Sufficient flakes were falling to put the outdoor ride off for the Cape Town 2. There wasn't enough snow however to put off Moonwalker. She set off suggesting we were wimps.....
Moonwalker is taking part in Maggies Monster Bike and Hike - a 30 mile bike followed by a 22 mile hike. An absolutely massive challenge and I'm hugely proud of her for taking on such a big event. She's training hard and will be ready at the start of May for the race. I'm being support driver for the team and looking forward to being there for her for a change instead.
Anyway I met the Bigman for our customary 2 hour workout at the Gym in Cowdenbeath. They are going all electronic and soon we'll be issued new passes. No pass no gym. The gym police were very strict about the new rules.
The session was the usual 30 minutes on the cross trainer, 45 minutes on the spin bike, some sit ups and weights ( for the Bigman ) - I called it a day!
Moonwalker is taking part in Maggies Monster Bike and Hike - a 30 mile bike followed by a 22 mile hike. An absolutely massive challenge and I'm hugely proud of her for taking on such a big event. She's training hard and will be ready at the start of May for the race. I'm being support driver for the team and looking forward to being there for her for a change instead.
Anyway I met the Bigman for our customary 2 hour workout at the Gym in Cowdenbeath. They are going all electronic and soon we'll be issued new passes. No pass no gym. The gym police were very strict about the new rules.
The session was the usual 30 minutes on the cross trainer, 45 minutes on the spin bike, some sit ups and weights ( for the Bigman ) - I called it a day!
Saturday 27 February 2010
..................... the final countdown!
It was billed as D Day - the last massive ride out before commencing the taper period and less than 3 weeks until Cape Epic 2010 commences. Was it likely either of the Cape Crusaders were looking forward to freezing their juice bottles off trekking around Fife, Clackmannan and Stirlingshire mounting up the miles in order to ensure South Africa is an experience and not a survival test? Not a chance!
And so it was with mixed feelings the sight of four inches of snow overnight welcomed The Bigman as he pulled back the curtains at 07:30 this morning. Plan B swung into action and Bigman headed over to pick up The Fit One and head to Cowdenbeath for a morning of mixed disciplines.
The gym was empty and so the traditional warm up on the treadmill for 30 minutes at level 10 got the heart rate up to 130 plus and burnt off almost 400 calories whilst the Fit One danced along the treadmill to some funky tunes on his ipod. He was probably getting in some Michael Jackson 'moonwalk' impersonation practice for the Victory send off party next Saturday night.
Next it was time to warm up the abs to enable full deep breathing on the bike. A good 220 situps let the abs know it was time for a workout and to get action orientated to support the Witches Hat routine.
And then it came to the bike. The internal training has become the defacto standard.
Five minutes at 60 revs per minute on level 15 then shift the rpm up to 80+ for 5 minutes, finishing on a punishing level 20 at 60+rpm. The music channel beat normally helps however today it was all about Cheryl Cole making her video for the new solo album. Enough to make you pedal faster and finish sooner.
The Fit One was on the next bike to Bigman spinning at 140 rpm. There was competition however it was not about the bike. It WAS about the size of the puddle below the bikers. The Fit One has a tremendous capacity for perspiration. It definitely gets close to the Bigman but not quite. Today the sports assistant brought the mop over to Bigman's bike, sporting a snorkel and mask. Methinks he is taking things too far.
A wind down on the weights was the order of the day before heading to the swimming pool .............. the real one! It was extremely quiet except for half a dozen kids on inflatables 'zoomimg' across the swim lanes.
After a mixed stroke routine for a kilometre, it was time for some rest and relaxation in the sauna and steam room ............. and a tadge more perspiration.
After a good four hour session in the Leisure Centre it was time to return home ready for a chunky lunch and watch Scotland go down to the Italians.
On the Friday Posse Ecosse arrives in South Africa, they have an invitation to the International Party which includes participants from 47 countries. Each team has to sport international colours. The Posse Ecosse will be sporting the Rugby colours of Scotland. Bigman procured his kit today. Another purchase nearer the big day.
And so it was with mixed feelings the sight of four inches of snow overnight welcomed The Bigman as he pulled back the curtains at 07:30 this morning. Plan B swung into action and Bigman headed over to pick up The Fit One and head to Cowdenbeath for a morning of mixed disciplines.
The gym was empty and so the traditional warm up on the treadmill for 30 minutes at level 10 got the heart rate up to 130 plus and burnt off almost 400 calories whilst the Fit One danced along the treadmill to some funky tunes on his ipod. He was probably getting in some Michael Jackson 'moonwalk' impersonation practice for the Victory send off party next Saturday night.
Next it was time to warm up the abs to enable full deep breathing on the bike. A good 220 situps let the abs know it was time for a workout and to get action orientated to support the Witches Hat routine.
And then it came to the bike. The internal training has become the defacto standard.
Five minutes at 60 revs per minute on level 15 then shift the rpm up to 80+ for 5 minutes, finishing on a punishing level 20 at 60+rpm. The music channel beat normally helps however today it was all about Cheryl Cole making her video for the new solo album. Enough to make you pedal faster and finish sooner.
The Fit One was on the next bike to Bigman spinning at 140 rpm. There was competition however it was not about the bike. It WAS about the size of the puddle below the bikers. The Fit One has a tremendous capacity for perspiration. It definitely gets close to the Bigman but not quite. Today the sports assistant brought the mop over to Bigman's bike, sporting a snorkel and mask. Methinks he is taking things too far.
A wind down on the weights was the order of the day before heading to the swimming pool .............. the real one! It was extremely quiet except for half a dozen kids on inflatables 'zoomimg' across the swim lanes.
After a mixed stroke routine for a kilometre, it was time for some rest and relaxation in the sauna and steam room ............. and a tadge more perspiration.
After a good four hour session in the Leisure Centre it was time to return home ready for a chunky lunch and watch Scotland go down to the Italians.
On the Friday Posse Ecosse arrives in South Africa, they have an invitation to the International Party which includes participants from 47 countries. Each team has to sport international colours. The Posse Ecosse will be sporting the Rugby colours of Scotland. Bigman procured his kit today. Another purchase nearer the big day.
Taper starts a tad early
I was so looking forward to getting out this morning for the final long bike ride. It was to put closure on a long and harsh winter's training.
Sadly it was not to be and it looks like tomorrow will provide our final opportunity for a decent bike set albeit subject to the snow melting which looks unlikely. It's been a long cold winter and I can't wait to feel the heat of the South African sun on my back.
Bigman and Fit One are off to the gym but my Passat has started making the strangest noises so it's next trip is the 3 miles to the garage to get fixed on Monday.....
So the training will continue for another week and then we'll start to enjoy the taper period as we prepare for the race which starts in 3 weeks time.
For the record the cheesecake wasn't that great and possibly not worth the hour I'll need to train to work it off......
Friday 26 February 2010
Answering the call of duty ..............
The Ironman was spotted in an Edinburgh restarant this evening tucking into the food of champions.
Last night he was pounding the pedals in Cowdenbeath without breaking sweat and claiming diet is the critical success factor.
The Blogsnoop spotted his pudding order arrive!
You read it first ................cheesecake, the choice of champions
Thursday 25 February 2010
Answering the call of duty........
It was a tough night. Three weeks to go and the session tonight felt like my first....
I picked up the Bigman at his house and we toddled off to the Gym. It was busy - full of Fife's finest muscle but fortunately the bikes seem to be relatively under used so we climbed onto two bikes and got on with the job. It seemed really hard, like pedalling through thick sand, we both felt tired. The combination of work, long hours and the constant training over the last weeks and months hit home to full effect.
Despite the tiredness we got stuck in and did 3 sessions of above 80 rpm for 5 minutes each interval. We spent the last 5 minutes with the bike ramped up to 20 and the revs over 60. It was hard but we did it. Only a few more to go......
We then did some sit ups followed by a set on the cross trainer.
It was a good feeling to get it done and set off for home. We truly answered the call of duty today. The weather looks set for more snow tomorrow - hopefully it won't materialise.
Time to think about kit, clothes and finalise food strategy.
I picked up the Bigman at his house and we toddled off to the Gym. It was busy - full of Fife's finest muscle but fortunately the bikes seem to be relatively under used so we climbed onto two bikes and got on with the job. It seemed really hard, like pedalling through thick sand, we both felt tired. The combination of work, long hours and the constant training over the last weeks and months hit home to full effect.
Despite the tiredness we got stuck in and did 3 sessions of above 80 rpm for 5 minutes each interval. We spent the last 5 minutes with the bike ramped up to 20 and the revs over 60. It was hard but we did it. Only a few more to go......
We then did some sit ups followed by a set on the cross trainer.
It was a good feeling to get it done and set off for home. We truly answered the call of duty today. The weather looks set for more snow tomorrow - hopefully it won't materialise.
Time to think about kit, clothes and finalise food strategy.
Food is the key to success
Bigman and The Ironman arrived at Cowdenbeath Leisure Centre full of expectation. The motivation to come out on a rain filled, chilled winter evening was not running over however with only three weeks left until the Posse Ecosse fly out to South Africa for the Cape Epic 2010, every training opportunity counts.
Only one week left until the taper process begins.
The Ironman was powering ahead on the bike. The usual step machines were being used and so an alternative routine was called for.
The Ironman was turning the pedals like there was no tomorrow, pushing hard all the way to the virtual top. Bigman felt good however he could not keep up with pace and drive and determination of The Iron One.
After fifty minutes of interval training, The Ironman was some 5% further travelled. He is in awesome form.
Next the posse moved to the mats. Not for gymnastics but for the situps. Bigman crunched his usual 220 before taking a rest and doing some stretching.
The chat was about the tasks still to be completed. Not much time and too much to do.
On to the step machines and The Ironman was once again striding out.
Meanwhile, Bigman had bonked. With a busy day, the only food intake had been cup-a-soup at lunch time. He attempted a quick recovery with a mega pack of doritos on the train washed down by a Mars Bar. It was too little too late and the energy had drained from every sinew.
It is not a great feeling leaving a gym feeling drained of energy. Once again , a lesson learnt but not too late - Food is the key!
Only one week left until the taper process begins.
The Ironman was powering ahead on the bike. The usual step machines were being used and so an alternative routine was called for.
The Ironman was turning the pedals like there was no tomorrow, pushing hard all the way to the virtual top. Bigman felt good however he could not keep up with pace and drive and determination of The Iron One.
After fifty minutes of interval training, The Ironman was some 5% further travelled. He is in awesome form.
Next the posse moved to the mats. Not for gymnastics but for the situps. Bigman crunched his usual 220 before taking a rest and doing some stretching.
The chat was about the tasks still to be completed. Not much time and too much to do.
On to the step machines and The Ironman was once again striding out.
Meanwhile, Bigman had bonked. With a busy day, the only food intake had been cup-a-soup at lunch time. He attempted a quick recovery with a mega pack of doritos on the train washed down by a Mars Bar. It was too little too late and the energy had drained from every sinew.
It is not a great feeling leaving a gym feeling drained of energy. Once again , a lesson learnt but not too late - Food is the key!
Tuesday 23 February 2010
Cape Crusaders fix faster than a Klik Fit Fitter
Now what did Iain say about the direction to turn the spoke key?
The Cape Crusaders were in Alloa tonight on a mission.
To fix a bike in an environment no wise man would attempt to fix a bike. It was a cycling equivalent of Ray Mears survival in the bush. Lot's of deep and insightful questions like -'
Question - how can I stop dirt getting in my cables?'
Answer - pull the sleeve off your shirt and wrap it around your cables
Question - How can I carry so many tools?
Answer - Buy the Wingman a plane ticket to South Africa
Question - What if a car can't follow?
Answer - Buy The Duracell a plane ticket to south Africa
Question - What if I have a crack in my hydraulic brake cable?
Answer - You are probably in a vinyard, chill and enjoy a merlot
Iain is a gret guy full of knowledge and expertise. definitely Clackmannan's answer to Ray Mears and even offered to team up with The Ironman for CApe Epic 2011.
Bigman dropped before the race commences! Must be age descrimination
Preparing for unexpected and unwanted.....
It's been a long but interesting day. I took this photo on the way to Fort William this morning. Sometimes my job takes me to the best places in the world.....The white in the picture is a frozen loch - it was -10 deg as I drove through Glencoe.
After a trip to Fort William I arrived home mid afternoon after 5 hours in the car and thought to myself that work can wait. So I changed and jumped onto the spin bike.
I did a similar session to the Bigman's of last night. Ramping it up and speeding up as time elapsed. I enjoyed it and the couple of days of rest have done me good. I felt fresh and up for a hard spin set.
So I ploughed it out for 45 minutes. Then it was on to the weights and sit ups. I mixed upper body work with some core before finishing off with a few stretches.
This training malarky can be a great brain clearer. After a shower I headed out to the office and with the energy still coursing through my veins the work flowed and the focus produced excellent concentration. I looked up to see Moonwalker arriving home and suddenly it was 6pm and time to head off to bike maintenance.
The Fit One had other engagements and that left the Cape Town 2 to meet up with our patient and excellent teacher, Iain. I thought about a blog name and Re-cykler seemed appropriate. He was excellent and tonight's course was what to do in the event of an on course disaster. We learned how to true a wheel, fix broken gears, how to deal with damaged brakes, fixing a broken chain, a ripped tyre and broken gears. In fact any disaster that you could possibly imagine was discussed and the quick fix demonstrated.
We go to Cape Town fitter than we've ever been, with some degree of bike fixing knowledge, having researched the route and worked out nutrition strategies.
It's going to be a massive challenge both physically and mentally.
Monday 22 February 2010
Flash Floods hit Cowdenbeath
The Posse Ecosse will need to watch for speeding trains in South Africa
Bigman and The Fit One had a rendezvous at Cowdenbeath Leisure Centre to pound a few kilometres and burn a few calories.
The Fit One had to go through an assessment centre as his pass only covers the metropolis of Clackmannanshire. The instructor took one look at the physique and immediately passed him as one who needs no more instruction. Immediately, like a caged animal, he pounced on the treadmill, plumbed in the ipod and started to move at pace.
Meanwhile, Bigman had to resort to immediately getting on the bike as the step machines were both occupied. 50 minutes made up of 5 minute intervals at 60 rpm and 80+rpm all at level 15 and then a burst up the Witches Hat ( DAY 3 climb) at level 20for the penultimate 5 minutes before winding down at level 5.
During this session, The Fit One had mounted the next bike and , had he been connected to a generator, he would have generated enough electricity to light up a small town with the pace of revolutions per minute. He set himself a challenge to 'catch up' with Bigman by cycling faster over a shorter period. Like so often on the Bus Museum Sprint, it was too little too late!
The Bigman excelled himself in spurting out a few gallons of sweat over the surrounding area. So much so, that notwithstanding Bigman making reasonable endeavours to tidy up after him, the attendant brought out a mop to clean the floor. This is a new record. According to the attendant he normally waits until Bigman leaves however tonight the volume was too much to leave on the floor!
Bigman headed for the situp mat and rattled off 220 before moving to a set on the weights. And then as a warm down, the step machine was available.
Over 1000 calories burnt off over the 90 minutes of hard graft. Another night nearer the Cape Epic experience of a lifetime.
The Posse Ecosse has put so much into this training, they will make it to South Africa even if they have to learn to fly a BA plane themselves!
Unite(d) we stand (and don't fly)
Well it was another day off for me. I felt a little tired today and that the penetrating cold from Saturday finally got hold of me. So I decided to take it easy.
Today's news about BA staff voting for industrial action was not great. There is nothing we can do other than hope that matters are resolved without the need for strikes.
Time will tell.
Today's news about BA staff voting for industrial action was not great. There is nothing we can do other than hope that matters are resolved without the need for strikes.
Time will tell.
Sunday 21 February 2010
A day of rest.....
It was another stunning day. We've been very fortunate these last few weeks. No snow, dry weather albeit cold.
The best thing was it was a day off. Rest is really important. 4 weeks today we start the race. I feel ready, I know that the Bigman is ready for the tough challenge that lies ahead.
We chatted about the route tonight. If you get a chance go and have look at the website and have a look at what we are in for. It's going to be tough, hot and painful - I can't wait!
I would say that my body is feeling the pain now. But as they say pain is temporary. Our goal is to finish. It doesn't matter where we finish as long as we finish.
We'll do it and the knowledge that people have sponsored our trip will give it focus and help push when times get tough.
The journey to date has been good fun and although the training regime has been tough it has been great because of the posse support network. Fantastic friends have been found and the support has been amazing.
A new week begins. I will go reasonably hard this week and next before starting the taper in a couple of weeks time.
The final countdown clock is truly ticking!
The best thing was it was a day off. Rest is really important. 4 weeks today we start the race. I feel ready, I know that the Bigman is ready for the tough challenge that lies ahead.
We chatted about the route tonight. If you get a chance go and have look at the website and have a look at what we are in for. It's going to be tough, hot and painful - I can't wait!
I would say that my body is feeling the pain now. But as they say pain is temporary. Our goal is to finish. It doesn't matter where we finish as long as we finish.
We'll do it and the knowledge that people have sponsored our trip will give it focus and help push when times get tough.
The journey to date has been good fun and although the training regime has been tough it has been great because of the posse support network. Fantastic friends have been found and the support has been amazing.
A new week begins. I will go reasonably hard this week and next before starting the taper in a couple of weeks time.
The final countdown clock is truly ticking!
The power of two is greater than two
In 2009 Cape Epic, when the going gets tough, the tough get going!
You would have thought that sub zero temperatures would have blasted away any self respecting bug from the lungs of the Ecosse Posse.
Not so, the bugs are made of special stuff in Fife. Bigman woke to the sound of a running nose. His nose.
It was running faster than an Ironman in the Invernessian Marathon - sub 4 hours!
It was with this heavy burden that The Bigman opted out of the 40km route across the bridge. The Fit One was off on special duty and the Ironman was on band practise duty and so there was no imperative, no duty of loyalty, and it was freezing cold once again.
Instead, Bigman took care of some small administrative tasks fully intent on heading for the gym for a two hour session before the Sunday Fives. and then four o'clock drifted by with just a few loose ends to tie up. And then five o'clock arrived. Just in time to hop in the car and do a few weight exercises and the obligatory 2200 sit ups.
And then it was time for footie. The Fit One was unable to make it and so one side was missing Scotland's number one keeper and only had four men. Each of these four men played brilliant attacking football, all at the same time exposing the defence to have little more value than a chocolate fireguard!
On returning to Chez Bigman, he conducted an analysis of the Cape Epic route.
Day 5 is a time trail over 27km ascending 860m. This will be seen as a bit of a rest day. A strategy has emerged through the mists of chaos. The riders will leave with the leaders in the field going last. With 300 teams leaving at 30 second intervals, it will be five hours before the team placed first heads out on the road. Bigman and The Ironman have a cunning plan.
They intend to take last position over the first four days so as to ensure an early placing on the time trial , thus avoiding the need to hang around for 5 hours. And then on day 6 and beyond they will power through the pack.............. and to infinity and beyond!
Alternatively their placing by day 5 may make the strategy pointless!
Saturday 20 February 2010
Bigman's battle of the saddle
This is a picture from Cape Epic 2009. The weather is very different!
Looking out on the weather this morning, it looked like the world had gone 'skeleton' crazy. The path and gardens were winter wonderland white.
After returning from the Wingman's Baby Head Wetting ceremony at around one-ish, Bigman was just in time to catch Britain winning its first solo gold at the winter olympics since Robin Currie.
In the interview, Amy commented that the run was just a blur!
And that about summarises today's outing. The sky was blue, the light was bright, but it was BALTIC.The wind chill cut through every layer of clothing and left you counting down the miles until a change of direction. The strange thing was, no matter which direction the posse headed, there was always a breeze into the faces.
It started with a nag. Bigman had been excited to get out on the new stead and went out to make sure it was good to go. The Posse was going to meet at 09:30. At 09:23 Bigman receives a text from The Ironman saying he is delayed by a couple of minutes. Not even The Ironman can cover the 5 miles between houses in 9 minutes. Bigman went back inside for a cup of tea. This was going to be a cold day.
With a Trek tripometer fitted to the Bigman's new bike, every mile was counted out. A steady average over the 60 miles at 15mph was a satisfying rate.
There was not much chat in the posse. The Ironman has gone 12 consecutive days of training to de-construct his muscles in order that he can build new ones over the coming weeks. Tomorrow he will have a rest day.
A decision was made at Stirling to cancel the coffee stop and keep going. It did not really warm up however the shade on the cycle track brought further chill factor.
Meeting a fellow roadie on the track provided an opportunity for chat. He had done the Giro d'Italia, the italian equivalent of the Etape du Tour.
Initially the posse breezed passed however he hung onto teh wheels of Bigman and Ironman, providing feedback as he did this ' you two are givin a fair lick, but what a 'bl***' noise with these nobbly tyres'. We apologised for destroying the peace and harmony in the countryside and explained our mission.
We cruised back to Dunfie at 17mph with the roadie on our tails. The Posse's thoughts drifted to the fact that this was the penultimate BIG ride out before we start the tapering. Only one more BIG ride. Only 12 more hard training days. An epic journey that started nearly 340 days ago. And now we have over 1700 blogging followers which has provided superb encouragement. You are all heroes.
By the time Bigman had returned home his backside felt like it had gone nine rounds with Mike Tyson. A new saddle always brings life to dormant muscles! There is now less dormancy and more activity. Time will tell who will win the battle for supremacy - the saddle or the backside!
You can read about it hear first!
Breaking news - The Epic Cake is in the oven.....
My father called. Dad does all the calling with mum suggesting the words to use in the background. The exciting news was that our Cape Epic fruit cake that mum is making had gone in the oven!
Mum's cakes are immense and have got me through 2 ironman races. They are packed full of fruit and energy. So we'll be well fed during the days out in the hills and the cake will make a nice change from the gels and banana's. It will be fantastic.
The posse consisted of the Cape Town 2 and no one else. The Cape Town 2 had been celebrating the birth of Budgie, Mr and Mrs Wingman's new family addition so the start had been delayed until 9.30am - a late start!
I couldn't find a hat and texted Bigman to say I was running late. He was itching to get out on his new Trek bike.
For a change I collected him at his house and having had a quick review of the conditions it was agreed that we should keep the ride on main roads and at low level. His bike was sparkling in the winter's sun. It looked stunning.
So we set off to Kelty. It was baltic. The wind was blowing off the north west and it was very cold. I was glad I was wearing a couple of layers. Kinross is turning into a scary place - we had a brief incident in Kelty where a bus pulled out on us unsighted by the low sun but Kinross takes the prize. So firstly an old dear decided to pull out on us, a sharp call from the Bigman ensured safety. Next a small dog ran out on the road and it took skilled bike handling to avoid the mad mutt!
I spend the day on the Bigman's back wheel and my mind wandered to warmer climbs and sunny days. I would look up and the Bigman was heading off in the distance - it was one of those days. We hardly talked. Not because we didn't want to but because we wanted to get the training done. We were motoring along nicely. It felt slow and yet we were actually going quite fast.
The blast down to Dollar was a joy and I took the opportunity to pop into one of the hotels to use the facilities. As we got started I asked what the Bigman wanted to do. It was agreed that we wouldn't stop again. So we were off again and just ground it out and did it.
The route took us through Alloa and onto the cycle track. A roadie appeared in the distance. The target was too much and we wound the speed up and reeled him him. He jumped on our wheel and shared a few stories of his cycling trips to Italy. He also mentioned a 6 day road bike race in Oregon. One for next year I wonder......
So I left the boys at Oakley to go and buy a roll for lunch. 60 miles 4 hours a good average of 15mph. I was pleased to see the house!
It had been done. The cold seemed to have penetrated every part of me but it was done.
4 weeks today we'll be going through race registration. I can't wait. Talking of wait I'm at my lowest weight since I was 30 - on target to be around 13 stone ish by race day.
Mum's cakes are immense and have got me through 2 ironman races. They are packed full of fruit and energy. So we'll be well fed during the days out in the hills and the cake will make a nice change from the gels and banana's. It will be fantastic.
The posse consisted of the Cape Town 2 and no one else. The Cape Town 2 had been celebrating the birth of Budgie, Mr and Mrs Wingman's new family addition so the start had been delayed until 9.30am - a late start!
I couldn't find a hat and texted Bigman to say I was running late. He was itching to get out on his new Trek bike.
For a change I collected him at his house and having had a quick review of the conditions it was agreed that we should keep the ride on main roads and at low level. His bike was sparkling in the winter's sun. It looked stunning.
So we set off to Kelty. It was baltic. The wind was blowing off the north west and it was very cold. I was glad I was wearing a couple of layers. Kinross is turning into a scary place - we had a brief incident in Kelty where a bus pulled out on us unsighted by the low sun but Kinross takes the prize. So firstly an old dear decided to pull out on us, a sharp call from the Bigman ensured safety. Next a small dog ran out on the road and it took skilled bike handling to avoid the mad mutt!
I spend the day on the Bigman's back wheel and my mind wandered to warmer climbs and sunny days. I would look up and the Bigman was heading off in the distance - it was one of those days. We hardly talked. Not because we didn't want to but because we wanted to get the training done. We were motoring along nicely. It felt slow and yet we were actually going quite fast.
The blast down to Dollar was a joy and I took the opportunity to pop into one of the hotels to use the facilities. As we got started I asked what the Bigman wanted to do. It was agreed that we wouldn't stop again. So we were off again and just ground it out and did it.
The route took us through Alloa and onto the cycle track. A roadie appeared in the distance. The target was too much and we wound the speed up and reeled him him. He jumped on our wheel and shared a few stories of his cycling trips to Italy. He also mentioned a 6 day road bike race in Oregon. One for next year I wonder......
So I left the boys at Oakley to go and buy a roll for lunch. 60 miles 4 hours a good average of 15mph. I was pleased to see the house!
It had been done. The cold seemed to have penetrated every part of me but it was done.
4 weeks today we'll be going through race registration. I can't wait. Talking of wait I'm at my lowest weight since I was 30 - on target to be around 13 stone ish by race day.
Friday 19 February 2010
Marathon De Paris Training
Santiago appeared over on what was going to be a rest day for a run. To be honest he wasn't uninvited as the weather has been run friendly this last couple of days.
He's training for the Paris Marathon in April. One of the marathons that I've done. It was a glorious spring day in Paris in 2006 when I met a friend on the Avenue des Champs-Élysées to start the marathon. The target was sub 4 hours - it always had been before and why should Paris be any different. I had done the training, I was feeling fit and I'd managed to meet the Welsh guy I'd met at the pasta party the night before who shared my dream and ambition.
The race started well. The large crowds lifted you through the stunning streets that passed you by without a glance. There was a job to be done. It was funny as the next day we were wandering round and Moonwalker would say 'you ran past here yesterday didn't you?' and I struggled to remember. A marathon is like no other distance. The pleasure soon fades as you struggle and recover throughout the duration of the 26.2 miles. That's why running in a pair is important. If you're tired your partner pulls you on and vice versa.
We reached 32km in good shape - 10km or 6 miles to go. Out of the blue my right leg refused to function as a searing pain ran down from my hip to my knee. I shouted at my new found friend to run on but being a phsyio he felt obliged to help. He quickly gave me some stretches to do and I pushed him off into the distance.
I stretched, hobbled, strectched, hobbled and stretched again. Some 10 minutes had passed but as we were ahead of schedule I had time in the bank. The final stretch seemed to do the trick as the pain disappeared and I started to run again. The dream was alive. At this point a 4 hour pacer went past me. My dream was more alive than ever. All I had to do was stay with this bunch and I'd make it home.
I ran, the pain had eased and I started to feel good again. At 38km they offer you a glass of red wine. Common sense prevailed and I carried on still attached to the 4 hour pacer. 2 miles to go. I could sense the feeling of doing what I'd set out to do.
I was almost elated when, bang, my leg went again. The same pain running down my right leg. The pain was immense. I strecthed the same stretch, hobbled in the same way and stretched again but this pain wasn't going away. The 4 hour pacer disappeared into the Paris sun and I was alone. Dejected and downcast I needed to finish. I literally ran, hobbled and hopped the last 2 miles. About 400 yards from the finish line I met this guy wandering across the road. I asked if he knew where he was. He replied on holiday in Paris. I looked into his eye's and there was nothing there so I hoisted my arm around his shoulder and we finished the race together. I took him to the medical tent and myself off to find Moonwalker.
I was elated, 4:03, complete failure but absolutely elated. I'd just run the Paris marathon and life felt good. Turned out I'd done my ITB - go look it up! It the bit that connects you hip to your knee.
Anyway back to today, no such drama. We set off in the winter sun down to Cairneyhill, over through the forest to Crossford and then though the gloup in the fields back up to the road and home. Running with a partner is motivational and good fun.
If you're thinking about starting running encourage someone else to start with you or join a local running club. They have runners at all different levels and speeds and will welcome you with open arms.
Back on the bike in the morning!
He's training for the Paris Marathon in April. One of the marathons that I've done. It was a glorious spring day in Paris in 2006 when I met a friend on the Avenue des Champs-Élysées to start the marathon. The target was sub 4 hours - it always had been before and why should Paris be any different. I had done the training, I was feeling fit and I'd managed to meet the Welsh guy I'd met at the pasta party the night before who shared my dream and ambition.
The race started well. The large crowds lifted you through the stunning streets that passed you by without a glance. There was a job to be done. It was funny as the next day we were wandering round and Moonwalker would say 'you ran past here yesterday didn't you?' and I struggled to remember. A marathon is like no other distance. The pleasure soon fades as you struggle and recover throughout the duration of the 26.2 miles. That's why running in a pair is important. If you're tired your partner pulls you on and vice versa.
We reached 32km in good shape - 10km or 6 miles to go. Out of the blue my right leg refused to function as a searing pain ran down from my hip to my knee. I shouted at my new found friend to run on but being a phsyio he felt obliged to help. He quickly gave me some stretches to do and I pushed him off into the distance.
I stretched, hobbled, strectched, hobbled and stretched again. Some 10 minutes had passed but as we were ahead of schedule I had time in the bank. The final stretch seemed to do the trick as the pain disappeared and I started to run again. The dream was alive. At this point a 4 hour pacer went past me. My dream was more alive than ever. All I had to do was stay with this bunch and I'd make it home.
I ran, the pain had eased and I started to feel good again. At 38km they offer you a glass of red wine. Common sense prevailed and I carried on still attached to the 4 hour pacer. 2 miles to go. I could sense the feeling of doing what I'd set out to do.
I was almost elated when, bang, my leg went again. The same pain running down my right leg. The pain was immense. I strecthed the same stretch, hobbled in the same way and stretched again but this pain wasn't going away. The 4 hour pacer disappeared into the Paris sun and I was alone. Dejected and downcast I needed to finish. I literally ran, hobbled and hopped the last 2 miles. About 400 yards from the finish line I met this guy wandering across the road. I asked if he knew where he was. He replied on holiday in Paris. I looked into his eye's and there was nothing there so I hoisted my arm around his shoulder and we finished the race together. I took him to the medical tent and myself off to find Moonwalker.
I was elated, 4:03, complete failure but absolutely elated. I'd just run the Paris marathon and life felt good. Turned out I'd done my ITB - go look it up! It the bit that connects you hip to your knee.
Anyway back to today, no such drama. We set off in the winter sun down to Cairneyhill, over through the forest to Crossford and then though the gloup in the fields back up to the road and home. Running with a partner is motivational and good fun.
If you're thinking about starting running encourage someone else to start with you or join a local running club. They have runners at all different levels and speeds and will welcome you with open arms.
Back on the bike in the morning!
Thursday 18 February 2010
Water shed top performance
It could be the convergence of the stars or a perfect storm.
The Bigman hopped off the train and hopped into the car and made the epic journey to Cowdenbeath for the last time this training week and to rendezvous with The Ironman. A brucey bonus was the appearance of Waverider.
It had been quite a day with the news filtering through that Wingman and Mrs Wingman have given birth to Budgie, a bouncing girl and contender for young posse member of the year! There may be stiff competition with Junior IV already three months closer to moving off stabilisers.
It was the usual start with 30 minutes and 400 calories burnt on the step machine whilst watching the ladies giant slalom.
Onto the bike for 45 minutes of interval training working at level 15 at 60+rpm for 5 minutes then stepping up the rpm to 80+ for 5 minutes up until 35 minutes gone. The plan was then to step up to level 20 for 5 minutes and hold at a steady 70rpm. The bike had climbed to level 20 and then it hit shut down mode. It went down to level 1 and refused to move. Bigman was unhappy. After a few tries he jumped off the bike wiped it down and went to the spare bike insistent on completing his personal challenge. And so it came to pass, he completed the interval training.
The puddle under bike number 1 was monstrous. It was a record. Never in the annuls of history has so much been shed by so few, in such a short time. With no wind, the reflection was amazing on the ever increasing pond.
By coincidence, Bigamn received an email from Cape Epic organisers advising him that a band called Watershed would be playing at the finish line on the Lourensford Wine Estate. He already feels very well acquaint with WaterShed!
As a form of wind down he then moved on to do the obligatory 220 situps.
The Ironman is looking like a cool customer, breezing through his paces without a hair out of place. Two fat and forty ( well one fifty) lardies should not be able to perform at this level however they are fit, they are ready, and they are motivated.
The email announced that picnic hampers and picnic blankets will be provided at the end of the race in Lourensford. Another incentive to make it to the end.
It is going to be cracking.
Only two more weeks of hard training and then tapering down for a week and then rest that body. Cape Epic hear we come!!!!!
The Bigman hopped off the train and hopped into the car and made the epic journey to Cowdenbeath for the last time this training week and to rendezvous with The Ironman. A brucey bonus was the appearance of Waverider.
It had been quite a day with the news filtering through that Wingman and Mrs Wingman have given birth to Budgie, a bouncing girl and contender for young posse member of the year! There may be stiff competition with Junior IV already three months closer to moving off stabilisers.
It was the usual start with 30 minutes and 400 calories burnt on the step machine whilst watching the ladies giant slalom.
Onto the bike for 45 minutes of interval training working at level 15 at 60+rpm for 5 minutes then stepping up the rpm to 80+ for 5 minutes up until 35 minutes gone. The plan was then to step up to level 20 for 5 minutes and hold at a steady 70rpm. The bike had climbed to level 20 and then it hit shut down mode. It went down to level 1 and refused to move. Bigman was unhappy. After a few tries he jumped off the bike wiped it down and went to the spare bike insistent on completing his personal challenge. And so it came to pass, he completed the interval training.
The puddle under bike number 1 was monstrous. It was a record. Never in the annuls of history has so much been shed by so few, in such a short time. With no wind, the reflection was amazing on the ever increasing pond.
By coincidence, Bigamn received an email from Cape Epic organisers advising him that a band called Watershed would be playing at the finish line on the Lourensford Wine Estate. He already feels very well acquaint with WaterShed!
As a form of wind down he then moved on to do the obligatory 220 situps.
The Ironman is looking like a cool customer, breezing through his paces without a hair out of place. Two fat and forty ( well one fifty) lardies should not be able to perform at this level however they are fit, they are ready, and they are motivated.
The email announced that picnic hampers and picnic blankets will be provided at the end of the race in Lourensford. Another incentive to make it to the end.
It is going to be cracking.
Only two more weeks of hard training and then tapering down for a week and then rest that body. Cape Epic hear we come!!!!!
In at the deep end.....
It was a boys night out to the gym. Bigman, Waverider and myself.
We met in the queue as we were negotiating Waveriders access in to use the gym equipment. You need to be qualified to use the kit. It turned out Waverider had the necessary gifts, passed the initial tests and was given the paperwork to go and use the machines.
While Waverider was going through this right of passage Bigman and I were thrashing our way through half an hour on the cross trainer. We set the levels and blethered about the final bits and pieces that need to happen during the next 4 weeks. It's happening. Our car hire provider, Avis has provided us transport back to collect the car rental at Cape Town airport. Vodacom, part of the Vodafone Group, have provided me with all the kit I need to keep my business going at a reasonable cost. I was so impressed with the service that Vodacom provided - I'd happily recommend them to any fellow travellers!
Waverider joined us on the stepper and went hard at it getting up to temperature quickly and impressing the many younger girls in the gym.
We moved onto the bikes. The Bigman looked at me after a few minutes and suggested that 'never has so much (sweat) been generated in so little time' - I glanced down and truely he had jumped straight in at the deep end. He was a mchine and I couldn't keep up. They say that the body is approximately 57% water - it seemed that the Bigman had burst and was leaking big style. I'm sure that his had dropped to a lot lower than 57%!
So we were about 35 minutes into the bike session when the Bigman went even redder and started gesturing at his bike. In the process of pushing the level up the machine broke and no amount of pushing buttons would re-start the thing. A tad frustrated he moved to the machine that Waverider had been working with and finished his session.
A quick set of sit ups and teh job was done.
A great workout and great with waverider joining the group at the gym.
Today another of our posse is also in at the deep end! Mrs Wingman has safely delivered a baby girl into the world. Huge congratulations and best wishes to all of the Wingman family.
A grand day!
We met in the queue as we were negotiating Waveriders access in to use the gym equipment. You need to be qualified to use the kit. It turned out Waverider had the necessary gifts, passed the initial tests and was given the paperwork to go and use the machines.
While Waverider was going through this right of passage Bigman and I were thrashing our way through half an hour on the cross trainer. We set the levels and blethered about the final bits and pieces that need to happen during the next 4 weeks. It's happening. Our car hire provider, Avis has provided us transport back to collect the car rental at Cape Town airport. Vodacom, part of the Vodafone Group, have provided me with all the kit I need to keep my business going at a reasonable cost. I was so impressed with the service that Vodacom provided - I'd happily recommend them to any fellow travellers!
Waverider joined us on the stepper and went hard at it getting up to temperature quickly and impressing the many younger girls in the gym.
We moved onto the bikes. The Bigman looked at me after a few minutes and suggested that 'never has so much (sweat) been generated in so little time' - I glanced down and truely he had jumped straight in at the deep end. He was a mchine and I couldn't keep up. They say that the body is approximately 57% water - it seemed that the Bigman had burst and was leaking big style. I'm sure that his had dropped to a lot lower than 57%!
So we were about 35 minutes into the bike session when the Bigman went even redder and started gesturing at his bike. In the process of pushing the level up the machine broke and no amount of pushing buttons would re-start the thing. A tad frustrated he moved to the machine that Waverider had been working with and finished his session.
A quick set of sit ups and teh job was done.
A great workout and great with waverider joining the group at the gym.
Today another of our posse is also in at the deep end! Mrs Wingman has safely delivered a baby girl into the world. Huge congratulations and best wishes to all of the Wingman family.
A grand day!
Wednesday 17 February 2010
Wobbly Wednesday
After five days of training, it is easy to get to Wednesday and think that you deserve a break. However, as The Ironman has alrady reported successful finish will be the reward for a year's worth of training. And enjoying every minute of every day will be the icing on the cake as a consequence of making the investment.
And so, it was off the train, and onto the step machine, set at level 15 to get the heart pumping. Watching the ladies downhill in Vancouver, or Vonncouver as it is now called after the eponymous winner, was enough to set the heart racing what a course, what a race, and the British girl did us proud. At one point she was in gold position!
OK the first one down the course fell and failed to finish and she happened to be the second one down. Still a great story to tell the grandchildren. Just like the Cape Epic!
And then is was onto the bike. The gym was very busy and so the weights could wait.
a 45 minute routine with interval training and then a five minute burst at level 20. Great stuff and another olympic pool underneath my bike!
A 'quick' 220 sit ups and then a range of weights to build the core.
A good workout, and a great night. Less than 20 training days until we are on that flight to the experience of a lifetime.
And so, it was off the train, and onto the step machine, set at level 15 to get the heart pumping. Watching the ladies downhill in Vancouver, or Vonncouver as it is now called after the eponymous winner, was enough to set the heart racing what a course, what a race, and the British girl did us proud. At one point she was in gold position!
OK the first one down the course fell and failed to finish and she happened to be the second one down. Still a great story to tell the grandchildren. Just like the Cape Epic!
And then is was onto the bike. The gym was very busy and so the weights could wait.
a 45 minute routine with interval training and then a five minute burst at level 20. Great stuff and another olympic pool underneath my bike!
A 'quick' 220 sit ups and then a range of weights to build the core.
A good workout, and a great night. Less than 20 training days until we are on that flight to the experience of a lifetime.
the cycle jersey . com
Well it is with great excitment I can report that our team strips are in production for the Cape Epic 2010!
The cycle jersey dotcom have been fantastic and taken our designers ideas and translating them into reality.
It all started a few months ago when a friend of mine, Karen Kelly, kindly agreed to design our outfits for the race. We sent accross our idea's believing them to be the best but worthy of a second opinion from a professional. Karen is not a bike jersey designer but a hugely talented wedding dress designer and having seen some of her work at first hand I could vouch for its quality and style. We were in good hands.
The design that Karen came up with was entirely different to our, now glaringly pathetic, effort. It was clever mixing up the national flags of Scotland and South Africa while incorporating logo's for our businesses and a jersey that we will wear with pride during the race.
She's made us stand out and whilst we may not be the fastest team in the race there is no doubt that we'll have the best outfits. Karen is a genius and we are both very grateful for her efforts.
The cycle jersey dotcom have been fantastic and taken our designers ideas and translating them into reality.
It all started a few months ago when a friend of mine, Karen Kelly, kindly agreed to design our outfits for the race. We sent accross our idea's believing them to be the best but worthy of a second opinion from a professional. Karen is not a bike jersey designer but a hugely talented wedding dress designer and having seen some of her work at first hand I could vouch for its quality and style. We were in good hands.
The design that Karen came up with was entirely different to our, now glaringly pathetic, effort. It was clever mixing up the national flags of Scotland and South Africa while incorporating logo's for our businesses and a jersey that we will wear with pride during the race.
She's made us stand out and whilst we may not be the fastest team in the race there is no doubt that we'll have the best outfits. Karen is a genius and we are both very grateful for her efforts.
The beginning of the end to the start of the beginning....
One month to go - 28 days from tomorrow posse ecosse flies to South Africa to face the Cape Epic.
Just for clarity, it's no charity bike ride, not a holiday riding club and there will be no 'fun' runners in fancy dress. This is going to be the toughest challenge I've every taken on and that includes the 2 ironman and 5 marathons completed. We're going to use every last drop of energy, stretch every sinew, fight up every hill, battle through the dust and heat and cope with saddle sores and exhausted muscles.
The majority of competitors are local. Training in the SA summer and not in the perishing winter that we have suffered in Scotland. Getting out on the bike has been at a premium and biking in the winter, whilst enjoyable for short periods, has been really tough in the exceptional cold.
So this morning I woke early and jumped back on the spin bike. There is no great sense of joy in this but a deep rooted knowledge that in these final weeks we have 2 more hard training weeks followed by 2 weeks of taper time. The taper period is to let the body recover from the hard months put in to date and prepare for the race itself. There is no doubt that we have both put in the hours and worked hard to be as fit as we both are but there is always that gnawing fear that you haven't done enough actual biking.
I think I've done more training for this than for anything that I've done in the past. I'm sure I'm ready but only time will tell.
The other side of the bleak picture is the huge personal achievement once we finish. It will make all of the training worthwhile.
So 1 month to go - time to dig deep and keep going however much the thought of a few days off appeals.....
Just for clarity, it's no charity bike ride, not a holiday riding club and there will be no 'fun' runners in fancy dress. This is going to be the toughest challenge I've every taken on and that includes the 2 ironman and 5 marathons completed. We're going to use every last drop of energy, stretch every sinew, fight up every hill, battle through the dust and heat and cope with saddle sores and exhausted muscles.
The majority of competitors are local. Training in the SA summer and not in the perishing winter that we have suffered in Scotland. Getting out on the bike has been at a premium and biking in the winter, whilst enjoyable for short periods, has been really tough in the exceptional cold.
So this morning I woke early and jumped back on the spin bike. There is no great sense of joy in this but a deep rooted knowledge that in these final weeks we have 2 more hard training weeks followed by 2 weeks of taper time. The taper period is to let the body recover from the hard months put in to date and prepare for the race itself. There is no doubt that we have both put in the hours and worked hard to be as fit as we both are but there is always that gnawing fear that you haven't done enough actual biking.
I think I've done more training for this than for anything that I've done in the past. I'm sure I'm ready but only time will tell.
The other side of the bleak picture is the huge personal achievement once we finish. It will make all of the training worthwhile.
So 1 month to go - time to dig deep and keep going however much the thought of a few days off appeals.....
Tuesday 16 February 2010
Fort William's fantastic fit club
I've been working on a project in Fort William so later on yesterday I drove up the A82 and battled through the snow to my hotel for the evening.
The gym at the hotel is excellent and having stayed a couple of times I've been lucky enough to meet a couple of guys - Gillie and Ki Ki. Gillie was really good to me a couple of weeks ago showing me where teh spin classes are held and where the gym was. We blethered a bit about our training goals and yesterday when I rolled in sure enough Gillie was spinning on a bike. He glanced round and shouted a welcome.
I jumped on to the running machine and knocked out another 30 minutes of ascending intervals. I was up to temperature quickly and really enjoyed the run. After I finished on the bike, Gillie introduced me to a couple of the other guys in the gym. It was great and they were all very friendly. Ki Ki aka Chris turned out to be the local Free Church minister. What a fab guy. Really enjoyed blethering with him as we melted slowly under the pressure of a huge climb. It was 35 minutes well spent and my tee shirt was soaking.
The work out was a cracker - inproved vastly by the scales in the gym - I weighed 13 stone. My delight was huge - a massive 8lb weight loss - great news until I discovered that the scales weighed 7lb heavy. Oh well......
Tonight myself, the Bigman and Fit One went along to meet with Ian. He took a few hours out of his time to help us with the basics of bike mechanics. It was a fab night and I for one learned loads. I'm sure that we all have benefited massively from tonight and in many respects I hope I don't have to use my newly learned skills but if I do at least I'm better prepared.
Next week's session is all about quick fixes for things that might go wrong whilst out on the race. Really looking forward to it.
Tomorrow it's back onto the treadmill and spin bike! Just over 4 weeks to go and feeling fit and healthy.....
The gym at the hotel is excellent and having stayed a couple of times I've been lucky enough to meet a couple of guys - Gillie and Ki Ki. Gillie was really good to me a couple of weeks ago showing me where teh spin classes are held and where the gym was. We blethered a bit about our training goals and yesterday when I rolled in sure enough Gillie was spinning on a bike. He glanced round and shouted a welcome.
I jumped on to the running machine and knocked out another 30 minutes of ascending intervals. I was up to temperature quickly and really enjoyed the run. After I finished on the bike, Gillie introduced me to a couple of the other guys in the gym. It was great and they were all very friendly. Ki Ki aka Chris turned out to be the local Free Church minister. What a fab guy. Really enjoyed blethering with him as we melted slowly under the pressure of a huge climb. It was 35 minutes well spent and my tee shirt was soaking.
The work out was a cracker - inproved vastly by the scales in the gym - I weighed 13 stone. My delight was huge - a massive 8lb weight loss - great news until I discovered that the scales weighed 7lb heavy. Oh well......
Tonight myself, the Bigman and Fit One went along to meet with Ian. He took a few hours out of his time to help us with the basics of bike mechanics. It was a fab night and I for one learned loads. I'm sure that we all have benefited massively from tonight and in many respects I hope I don't have to use my newly learned skills but if I do at least I'm better prepared.
Next week's session is all about quick fixes for things that might go wrong whilst out on the race. Really looking forward to it.
Tomorrow it's back onto the treadmill and spin bike! Just over 4 weeks to go and feeling fit and healthy.....
Monday 15 February 2010
Some guys have all the fun ........................
After the graphic description from the ironman on his early runs, Bigman will spare the details on hist visit to the gym in Cowdenbeath this evening!
It started with 30 minutes on the step machine whilst watching the Mens Downhill from Vancouver. It must have been really hard for the Canadians with so much expected, especially for the guy who was a member of Whistler Ski Club from about the age of four. And in the end, there were no medals to show for the 'throw caution to the wind' strategy and go for it.
A lesson for the Posse Ecosse in South Africa - steady does it. Success is to complete teh journey.
An then onto the weights for some upper body strength before returning to the floor for the new obligatory level of situps - 200. It is amazing how afetr about 60 or so your body starts to crave the next 10 and then another 10 and then another 10.
And tehn onto the bike. The spin class was fully booked and so it was 45 minutes on teh bike. Tonight, Bigman went for interval training . 5 minutes sprint at 100 rpm then down to 60 rpm for five then back up to 100rpm until the 45 minutes was up.
A good 90 minute workout all in all.
It started with 30 minutes on the step machine whilst watching the Mens Downhill from Vancouver. It must have been really hard for the Canadians with so much expected, especially for the guy who was a member of Whistler Ski Club from about the age of four. And in the end, there were no medals to show for the 'throw caution to the wind' strategy and go for it.
A lesson for the Posse Ecosse in South Africa - steady does it. Success is to complete teh journey.
An then onto the weights for some upper body strength before returning to the floor for the new obligatory level of situps - 200. It is amazing how afetr about 60 or so your body starts to crave the next 10 and then another 10 and then another 10.
And tehn onto the bike. The spin class was fully booked and so it was 45 minutes on teh bike. Tonight, Bigman went for interval training . 5 minutes sprint at 100 rpm then down to 60 rpm for five then back up to 100rpm until the 45 minutes was up.
A good 90 minute workout all in all.
Today's run picked up more than intended....
I glanced out of the window first thing to a frost free Fife morning. The sky was slowly lightening in the East and although it was still before 7am it looked bright enough to run outside.
I've said this many times but I'm a runner turned biker and I'll always consider myself a stronger runner than biker. I love early morning runs when the air is crisp, it's dry and the sun is rising - it's the most fantastic experience.
So after a short debate I decided to take the pooch. He's not been out with me for a while but I figured he's fit and would manage the 4 miles more comfortably than me. I have a waist belt that attaches the pair of us and we were off.
It was great getting outside again. It wasn't too cold and after a couple of minutes of wrestling with an over enthusiastic dog we settled into a steady stride pattern. This was to be his morning walk as well so respecting his needs are important and we stopped regularly to attend to his neccessary functions.
It was going to plan - first poo stop (for the dog) at Oakley. Scruffy, strained and pushed, I fished the bag out of my pocket. He'd finished, apologies for the graphic description but it is needed, and I reached down to pick up the products of his labour. A lorry came roaring by, creating vaste turbulance, I glanced round to shake my head at his speed whilst reaching for the offending article. Next thing I knew it was there, in my glove, I'd picked up the poo. The lorry had blown the bag off, I didn't notice and before I knew it I'd picked up the poo!
Now if you can picture the scene - I must of looked like a right dumpling but it was a real 'Oh nooooooooooo!' that echo'd round the village. I chased the bag and managed to catch it and bagged the business. The rest of the run was slightly uncomfortable desperately trying to remember not to wipe the sweat off my face with the glove. Not pleasant!
I finished the 4 miles through the muddy shortcut that takes me home via the fields and decanted the gloves straight into the washing machine!
So going to do an nice indoor spin session later with some weights and stretching. No dog and no chance of any more mishaps......
I've said this many times but I'm a runner turned biker and I'll always consider myself a stronger runner than biker. I love early morning runs when the air is crisp, it's dry and the sun is rising - it's the most fantastic experience.
So after a short debate I decided to take the pooch. He's not been out with me for a while but I figured he's fit and would manage the 4 miles more comfortably than me. I have a waist belt that attaches the pair of us and we were off.
It was great getting outside again. It wasn't too cold and after a couple of minutes of wrestling with an over enthusiastic dog we settled into a steady stride pattern. This was to be his morning walk as well so respecting his needs are important and we stopped regularly to attend to his neccessary functions.
It was going to plan - first poo stop (for the dog) at Oakley. Scruffy, strained and pushed, I fished the bag out of my pocket. He'd finished, apologies for the graphic description but it is needed, and I reached down to pick up the products of his labour. A lorry came roaring by, creating vaste turbulance, I glanced round to shake my head at his speed whilst reaching for the offending article. Next thing I knew it was there, in my glove, I'd picked up the poo. The lorry had blown the bag off, I didn't notice and before I knew it I'd picked up the poo!
Now if you can picture the scene - I must of looked like a right dumpling but it was a real 'Oh nooooooooooo!' that echo'd round the village. I chased the bag and managed to catch it and bagged the business. The rest of the run was slightly uncomfortable desperately trying to remember not to wipe the sweat off my face with the glove. Not pleasant!
I finished the 4 miles through the muddy shortcut that takes me home via the fields and decanted the gloves straight into the washing machine!
So going to do an nice indoor spin session later with some weights and stretching. No dog and no chance of any more mishaps......
Sunday 14 February 2010
Bigman twists his way to new personal best
Bigman looked out of the window to see a foggy damp and cold morning splattered over teh bedroom window. The Fit One was off to Glasgow and so there was going to be no companion for a trip out into the wilderness.
In fact, there was no trip out into the wilderness. Instead Bigman opted for an afternoon of admin and then headed to the gym for a couple of hours sweat before teh footie. He has become quite used to following the charts as he murders monsterous mountains kepping the heart rate up at 145bpm.
A new personal best was achieved in sit ups today with a count of 220. 120 staright forward situps followed by 100 situp and twists.
It feels good.
In fact, there was no trip out into the wilderness. Instead Bigman opted for an afternoon of admin and then headed to the gym for a couple of hours sweat before teh footie. He has become quite used to following the charts as he murders monsterous mountains kepping the heart rate up at 145bpm.
A new personal best was achieved in sit ups today with a count of 220. 120 staright forward situps followed by 100 situp and twists.
It feels good.
Cape Epic kit design .................. on a cake!
Little Bigman and Little Nemo baked a surprise birthday cake as a replica of the Cape Epic Designer Cycling Kit to be worn by the team in South Africa in 4 weeks.
Bigman proved he still had enough puff to blow out the candles after a tough shift earlier today
Saturday 13 February 2010
Bigman, Big day out, Big five oh!
It was the day he had been waiting for half a century to occur. Bigman has achieved his 50th Birthday and what better way to start the celebrations than with The Fit One, Santiago, The Ironman, and the other half of Team Turtle and his buddy from the far south - Special K.
As The Ironman was due to go see his beloved Caley Thistle, hoping the result would have him dancing in the streets of Raith, the posse set off early at around 08:30. It was a crackin day with little wind and a mild frost overnight providing a crisp start to the day. Fifty years ago today they would not have been a cycling day as the snow lay thick and deep.
The cycle track to Clackmannan was the first stretch. As The Ironman has put his trusty MTB steed in for an overhaul in readiness for South Afica, the posse resumed cycling on the road bikes. What a joy to escape the constant drone of nobbly tyres fighting for space on the tarmac.
The ease with which you can accelerate had been forgotten as it is so many weeks since their last roadie outing. They blasted along the cycle track at speeds averaging 38kph. It felt good, it felt easy.
Once the posse was back on the road the tempo was upped to 42kph out of Alloa and along to the dual carriageway to Stirling. The Ironman led the 'chaingang' digging deep into that iron resolve to push the pace. At the roundabout Bigman took over and held the pace at 42kph all the way to Stirling junction.
At the roundabout, the posse then headed for the Ochil foothills along through Memstrie and Alva. The pace was a touch more conservative at 32kph and a gap was opened up between the chattering pack at the back and Bigman and The Ironman.
The climb from Dollar to Yetts of Muchart, the planned carbing stop, was long and steady and The Ironman led the attack with Bigman 'holding onto his wheel. And then the coffee stop appeared. Special K and Team Turtle part deux had already ordered as they had come via an alternative route.
A hot drink and a fine piece if walnut and coffee sponge served to replace lost calories. The banter was good and plans were made for the posse to ride out post Cape Epic in the homelands of Special K.
Santiago had to get back to Dunfie for an early appointment and so the posse split with The Fit One and Santiago joining Special K and Team Turtle part deux on the return to Dunfermline via Vicar's Bridge, a mighty climb on its own.
The Ironman and Bigman picked up the pace again and held an average speed of 40kph all the way to Milnathort and down to Kinross. And then it was over Col du Cleish, the scene of carnage last week when Ironman mented his chain.
It proved to be a nice wind down to a superb 100k ride on Bigman's special day. The Roadie's were a pleasant distraction and a reminder of joyous days to come post Cape Epic. Hoever, it would have been foolish to continue the training on road bikes as the MTB's take extra effort, extra muscle, and extra attitude.
Both the Cape Epic adventurers feel they are close to their peak and ready for the adventure of a lifetime starting in 35 days. Bigman completed 16 hours of training last week and with only 24 training days left, every one counts towards an epic experience.
As The Ironman was due to go see his beloved Caley Thistle, hoping the result would have him dancing in the streets of Raith, the posse set off early at around 08:30. It was a crackin day with little wind and a mild frost overnight providing a crisp start to the day. Fifty years ago today they would not have been a cycling day as the snow lay thick and deep.
The cycle track to Clackmannan was the first stretch. As The Ironman has put his trusty MTB steed in for an overhaul in readiness for South Afica, the posse resumed cycling on the road bikes. What a joy to escape the constant drone of nobbly tyres fighting for space on the tarmac.
The ease with which you can accelerate had been forgotten as it is so many weeks since their last roadie outing. They blasted along the cycle track at speeds averaging 38kph. It felt good, it felt easy.
Once the posse was back on the road the tempo was upped to 42kph out of Alloa and along to the dual carriageway to Stirling. The Ironman led the 'chaingang' digging deep into that iron resolve to push the pace. At the roundabout Bigman took over and held the pace at 42kph all the way to Stirling junction.
At the roundabout, the posse then headed for the Ochil foothills along through Memstrie and Alva. The pace was a touch more conservative at 32kph and a gap was opened up between the chattering pack at the back and Bigman and The Ironman.
The climb from Dollar to Yetts of Muchart, the planned carbing stop, was long and steady and The Ironman led the attack with Bigman 'holding onto his wheel. And then the coffee stop appeared. Special K and Team Turtle part deux had already ordered as they had come via an alternative route.
A hot drink and a fine piece if walnut and coffee sponge served to replace lost calories. The banter was good and plans were made for the posse to ride out post Cape Epic in the homelands of Special K.
Santiago had to get back to Dunfie for an early appointment and so the posse split with The Fit One and Santiago joining Special K and Team Turtle part deux on the return to Dunfermline via Vicar's Bridge, a mighty climb on its own.
The Ironman and Bigman picked up the pace again and held an average speed of 40kph all the way to Milnathort and down to Kinross. And then it was over Col du Cleish, the scene of carnage last week when Ironman mented his chain.
It proved to be a nice wind down to a superb 100k ride on Bigman's special day. The Roadie's were a pleasant distraction and a reminder of joyous days to come post Cape Epic. Hoever, it would have been foolish to continue the training on road bikes as the MTB's take extra effort, extra muscle, and extra attitude.
Both the Cape Epic adventurers feel they are close to their peak and ready for the adventure of a lifetime starting in 35 days. Bigman completed 16 hours of training last week and with only 24 training days left, every one counts towards an epic experience.
Super vet leads the charge.......
It was to be the Bigman's birthday ride out. The five oh has finally arrived and our big friend has joined the Super Veterens race category.
Today, despite the birthday, was business as usual.
I met the posse, Bigman, Fit One and Snatiago on the bike path at the bottom of the Col De Carnock and we were off.
It was a birthday blast off for the Bigman. He was off on one. He was flying with the rest of the posse trailing in his wake, well not just trailing but about 800m behind. He was moshing along at over 40kph, I say moshing advisedly. As during our coffee stop he fessed up to having both AC/DC and Abba in his car. So as he thrashed away I imagine he was singing 'thank you for the music' moshed with 'sweet child of mine' - a strange mix but one that works for him!
He slowed down and let the posse catch him. It was his birthday and he was going to party, party hard. If you remember my blog of Thursday I mentioned that I thought we were going to push it hard today and that's exactly what happened. Once we got together we wound up the pace. Not just a little but alot. We blasted to the end of the path, hearts pumping, breathing from the pits of our stomachs and working hard.
We stopped at the end of the path briefly before hammering through Alloa and on towards Stirling. The posse worked together to build the speed up and 4 exhausted bikers reached the Stirling roundabout. It was a slippery as a very slippery thing and we fought as the back wheels of the bikes wanted to go sideways - scary stuff!
Santiago was beginning to feel the pace and as we turned towards Yetts O Muckart the Bigman and I took off to get in a fast 15 miles under the belt. The run up to Dollar is pretty flat with the last 6 miles being a tough climb. We bashed it out. The coffee shop was a welcome sight.
We met two of our friends (I'll leave Bigman with the alias naming!) and enjoyed a coffee as we shared stories. This was our 2 friends first time out and they had managed an impressive 1 and a half hours from Dunfermline and were indulging in coffe and cake when the Bigman and I rolled into town.
Fit One and Santiago rolled in a few minutes later and as a special birthday treat we stopped for an extra cup of earl grey - the bikers tea of choice. There was much confusion as we settled the tab and it took a few minutes to sort the bill out. The Fit One used his charm to guide the confused cafe owner through what we'd all eaten.
The Fit One, Santiago and our 2 friends set off on a shorter route back climbing the Vicar's Bridge valley, over to Saline and then back up to Dunfermline. That left Bigman and myself to head in the opposite direction towards Milnathort. We were flying. We finished the climb out from Yetts O Muckart. We were moving very fast and passed a fellow biker like he was standing still.
By the time we reached Cleish we were both tired but climbed the hill with relative ease. We reached the top, following the dry part of the centre of the road, which was great until the centre of the road became a snowy block fortunately with a gravel crust.
The bus museum was looming in the near distance. I positioned the bike behind Bigman, glanced down to select the right gear, looked up and the Bigman was gone. He'd stolen 30 yards and claimed the polkadot jersey once more. He's the tactical king compared to me the tactical joker!
We parted company both pleased with the effort and speed. Just under 60 miles in 3 hours - happy days! I think we're ready for Cape Town, not just ready to survive but ready to enjoy. The goal is exactly the same as it was on day one. To finish and now I believe we will. We're fit, healthy and have put in the hours both in the gym and on the bike.
We know more about each other and as time as passed over the last 12 months I'm more convinced than ever that I have the best partner I could have hoped for. The Bigman is special, as are the rest of the posse, and as he turns another year older I, and the rest of the guys, wish him a very happy birthday and every success for the year to come.
We're a good and strong team.
Today, despite the birthday, was business as usual.
I met the posse, Bigman, Fit One and Snatiago on the bike path at the bottom of the Col De Carnock and we were off.
It was a birthday blast off for the Bigman. He was off on one. He was flying with the rest of the posse trailing in his wake, well not just trailing but about 800m behind. He was moshing along at over 40kph, I say moshing advisedly. As during our coffee stop he fessed up to having both AC/DC and Abba in his car. So as he thrashed away I imagine he was singing 'thank you for the music' moshed with 'sweet child of mine' - a strange mix but one that works for him!
He slowed down and let the posse catch him. It was his birthday and he was going to party, party hard. If you remember my blog of Thursday I mentioned that I thought we were going to push it hard today and that's exactly what happened. Once we got together we wound up the pace. Not just a little but alot. We blasted to the end of the path, hearts pumping, breathing from the pits of our stomachs and working hard.
We stopped at the end of the path briefly before hammering through Alloa and on towards Stirling. The posse worked together to build the speed up and 4 exhausted bikers reached the Stirling roundabout. It was a slippery as a very slippery thing and we fought as the back wheels of the bikes wanted to go sideways - scary stuff!
Santiago was beginning to feel the pace and as we turned towards Yetts O Muckart the Bigman and I took off to get in a fast 15 miles under the belt. The run up to Dollar is pretty flat with the last 6 miles being a tough climb. We bashed it out. The coffee shop was a welcome sight.
We met two of our friends (I'll leave Bigman with the alias naming!) and enjoyed a coffee as we shared stories. This was our 2 friends first time out and they had managed an impressive 1 and a half hours from Dunfermline and were indulging in coffe and cake when the Bigman and I rolled into town.
Fit One and Santiago rolled in a few minutes later and as a special birthday treat we stopped for an extra cup of earl grey - the bikers tea of choice. There was much confusion as we settled the tab and it took a few minutes to sort the bill out. The Fit One used his charm to guide the confused cafe owner through what we'd all eaten.
The Fit One, Santiago and our 2 friends set off on a shorter route back climbing the Vicar's Bridge valley, over to Saline and then back up to Dunfermline. That left Bigman and myself to head in the opposite direction towards Milnathort. We were flying. We finished the climb out from Yetts O Muckart. We were moving very fast and passed a fellow biker like he was standing still.
By the time we reached Cleish we were both tired but climbed the hill with relative ease. We reached the top, following the dry part of the centre of the road, which was great until the centre of the road became a snowy block fortunately with a gravel crust.
The bus museum was looming in the near distance. I positioned the bike behind Bigman, glanced down to select the right gear, looked up and the Bigman was gone. He'd stolen 30 yards and claimed the polkadot jersey once more. He's the tactical king compared to me the tactical joker!
We parted company both pleased with the effort and speed. Just under 60 miles in 3 hours - happy days! I think we're ready for Cape Town, not just ready to survive but ready to enjoy. The goal is exactly the same as it was on day one. To finish and now I believe we will. We're fit, healthy and have put in the hours both in the gym and on the bike.
We know more about each other and as time as passed over the last 12 months I'm more convinced than ever that I have the best partner I could have hoped for. The Bigman is special, as are the rest of the posse, and as he turns another year older I, and the rest of the guys, wish him a very happy birthday and every success for the year to come.
We're a good and strong team.
Thursday 11 February 2010
Who would listen to the diet tips of the lardy highlander......
It's been a long day. Work ensured another early start and the plan was to meet the Bigman at the gym this evening for our weekly workout....
It all started well with 30 minutes hard graft on the cross trainer. There was a brief moment of excitement for the gym ladies as the Bigman altered his heart rate monitor strap - all around was the sound of the local gym girls fainting with the site of such a ripped torso....
We blethered happily while keeping the cross trainers moving at between 90 and 100 steps and at a good high level as well.
After that we glanced down to notice that somebody was on the bike. Not just any bike but the bike in the middle. So we went and did a few weights and sit up until the person had finished just to grab 2 bikes beside each other to continue the chat. But there was to be little chat on the bikes. This was to be the witches hat of Dumbledore proportions.
As we were starting the Bigman whispered over that it was the last time he'd be able to put his current age/decade into the machine due to an impending special day....
Anyway, ipods were plugged in and we were off. No messing. Straight up to 15 resistance on the machine and speed ramped up. My machine broke. I'm hoping that I'm getting all of my mechanical problems out of the way now and that my trusty steed will get me through the Cape Epic. So I switched machines and re-joined the pelaton.
Before I realised anything there was a break. Bigman was off. Faster than Bradley Wiggens he shot off into the virtual distance with great dollops of sweat pouring off his ageing furrow.The blood was being pumped around at a fair rate as his heart rate monitor had taken over my machine as well! He was pounding along -I couldn't keep and had to let him go for now.
I bided my time until it was my turn to break. crank resistance up to warp factor 20 and grind it out for a 5 minute hard interval. The speed dropped off from 70rpm to 55rpm. Bigman shouted. I removed my headphones to hear the bellowed encouragement to speed up for 1 minute. Obeying the Bigman I did that up to 60rpm , 70rpm, 80 rpm - in the immortal words of Scott(y) (Engineer from Star Trek not the Arctic explorer!) - she cannay take any more she going to blow....but I kept going, the speed started to drop back to 70rpm but another minute had passed. So I thought I'd do another and guess what I did.
I was chuffed, if feeling a little sick, at the effort. Dropped the resistance back to 15 brought the rpm back over 70 and brought my breathing back to something Doctors would recommend.
I was cruising and loving it - 10 minutes to go and then home time.
Well as I relaxed, I glanced to my left. Bigman was off again. He'd cranked the resistance up and was hammering along. Like Contador himself, if he's worn a green baggy tee shirt during the Tour De France, he was off again. 5 minutes later he was finished and we cooled down.
Bigman could do a triathlon no problem - if they changed the order he wouldn't need to go to the pool to swim cos in the gym some of the swooning ladies had slipped on their one piece cossy's and were impressively swimming along next to the spin bikes - it was a sight to behold....
So it was over, 2 hours closer to Cape Town and as we finished I looked at Bigman and using all of my previous experience said that 'we are equally matched in terms of fitness' - I caught the glint in his eye that tells me Saturday is going to be a fast ride out from Dunfermline to Stirling back to Loch Levens Larder and home. I fear he might want to test my theory.......
I got home and weighed myself - 10lb lost since New Year. 2 lb off being the lightest in the 18 years.....This calories in v calories out seems to be working but as a said at the top who would trust the diet tips of a lardy highlander!!
It all started well with 30 minutes hard graft on the cross trainer. There was a brief moment of excitement for the gym ladies as the Bigman altered his heart rate monitor strap - all around was the sound of the local gym girls fainting with the site of such a ripped torso....
We blethered happily while keeping the cross trainers moving at between 90 and 100 steps and at a good high level as well.
After that we glanced down to notice that somebody was on the bike. Not just any bike but the bike in the middle. So we went and did a few weights and sit up until the person had finished just to grab 2 bikes beside each other to continue the chat. But there was to be little chat on the bikes. This was to be the witches hat of Dumbledore proportions.
As we were starting the Bigman whispered over that it was the last time he'd be able to put his current age/decade into the machine due to an impending special day....
Anyway, ipods were plugged in and we were off. No messing. Straight up to 15 resistance on the machine and speed ramped up. My machine broke. I'm hoping that I'm getting all of my mechanical problems out of the way now and that my trusty steed will get me through the Cape Epic. So I switched machines and re-joined the pelaton.
Before I realised anything there was a break. Bigman was off. Faster than Bradley Wiggens he shot off into the virtual distance with great dollops of sweat pouring off his ageing furrow.The blood was being pumped around at a fair rate as his heart rate monitor had taken over my machine as well! He was pounding along -I couldn't keep and had to let him go for now.
I bided my time until it was my turn to break. crank resistance up to warp factor 20 and grind it out for a 5 minute hard interval. The speed dropped off from 70rpm to 55rpm. Bigman shouted. I removed my headphones to hear the bellowed encouragement to speed up for 1 minute. Obeying the Bigman I did that up to 60rpm , 70rpm, 80 rpm - in the immortal words of Scott(y) (Engineer from Star Trek not the Arctic explorer!) - she cannay take any more she going to blow....but I kept going, the speed started to drop back to 70rpm but another minute had passed. So I thought I'd do another and guess what I did.
I was chuffed, if feeling a little sick, at the effort. Dropped the resistance back to 15 brought the rpm back over 70 and brought my breathing back to something Doctors would recommend.
I was cruising and loving it - 10 minutes to go and then home time.
Well as I relaxed, I glanced to my left. Bigman was off again. He'd cranked the resistance up and was hammering along. Like Contador himself, if he's worn a green baggy tee shirt during the Tour De France, he was off again. 5 minutes later he was finished and we cooled down.
Bigman could do a triathlon no problem - if they changed the order he wouldn't need to go to the pool to swim cos in the gym some of the swooning ladies had slipped on their one piece cossy's and were impressively swimming along next to the spin bikes - it was a sight to behold....
So it was over, 2 hours closer to Cape Town and as we finished I looked at Bigman and using all of my previous experience said that 'we are equally matched in terms of fitness' - I caught the glint in his eye that tells me Saturday is going to be a fast ride out from Dunfermline to Stirling back to Loch Levens Larder and home. I fear he might want to test my theory.......
I got home and weighed myself - 10lb lost since New Year. 2 lb off being the lightest in the 18 years.....This calories in v calories out seems to be working but as a said at the top who would trust the diet tips of a lardy highlander!!
Wednesday 10 February 2010
Deja Vu
Sometimes you wonder if today is yesterday or tomorrow is today. The training days merge into one huge run / treadmill session blamange - the days are all the same during the week and the training sessions seem very similar.
So tonight it was back on to the spin bike and I suppose watching Deal or No Deal whilst spinning doesn't help. It's the same every night as well.
I'd had a busy day in the shed (aka my office) which started at 7am and finished at 6.30pm. Not often I have to put in a long shift but today was one of those days. Once clear of my desk I spent a few minutes asking myself 'spin or no spin?' but with only 5 weeks to go I didn't really have a choice.
So I climbed onto the spin bike and ground out an hour with a mixture of intervals, hill climbs, sprints and tempo work. An hour later it was over and one less session before South Africa.
We got an email from the organisers promising warm sunny weather - I for one can't wait.
So tonight it was back on to the spin bike and I suppose watching Deal or No Deal whilst spinning doesn't help. It's the same every night as well.
I'd had a busy day in the shed (aka my office) which started at 7am and finished at 6.30pm. Not often I have to put in a long shift but today was one of those days. Once clear of my desk I spent a few minutes asking myself 'spin or no spin?' but with only 5 weeks to go I didn't really have a choice.
So I climbed onto the spin bike and ground out an hour with a mixture of intervals, hill climbs, sprints and tempo work. An hour later it was over and one less session before South Africa.
We got an email from the organisers promising warm sunny weather - I for one can't wait.
Bigman dances on Ice
It is Wednesday and The Dark Knights Posse was out on the road again, climbing Col du Cleish on a brilliant clear night but with frosty conditions and the odd ice flow to contend with. It was a quick jump off the 19:00 from Glasgow, scoot back home to change into the lycra and then Bigman joined The Wee Yin and Knoght Rider to scale the mighty Col du Cleish.
On the ascent there a little scary moment when the ground below took on that shiny appearance and you just knew that keeping the steering straight was key to keeping upright.Dancing on Ice springs to mind.
The view over Loch Leven with the reflection of the lights of Scotlandwell perfectly mirrored was astonishing.
On the return there was one madman who had an inability to apply his brakes on a single track road however it has been a while since we have had such an experience!
The run down hill was biting cold as the wind chill from the air rushing towards the posse cut straight through the windproof jackets.
5 weeks tomorrow until take off and only 24 more training opportunities.
On the ascent there a little scary moment when the ground below took on that shiny appearance and you just knew that keeping the steering straight was key to keeping upright.Dancing on Ice springs to mind.
The view over Loch Leven with the reflection of the lights of Scotlandwell perfectly mirrored was astonishing.
On the return there was one madman who had an inability to apply his brakes on a single track road however it has been a while since we have had such an experience!
The run down hill was biting cold as the wind chill from the air rushing towards the posse cut straight through the windproof jackets.
5 weeks tomorrow until take off and only 24 more training opportunities.
Tuesday 9 February 2010
The dream is becoming a reality.....
I called the Bigman today.
It's a rest day and well deserved. Moonwalker has finished her MBA dissertation and tonight is the only night this week that we're going to be in the house together so it seemed appropriate to have a break.
The problem with a break is that it creates more thinking time. It dawned on me that we're flying 5 weeks on Thursday. It's coming up very quickly. It's now less time to go than has passed since New Year and that feels like yesterday.
I've just about finished the admin tasks of our holiday and sorted out the car hire and a few other minor things. The last thing is my race insurance and it looks like I'll go with AA having recieved the best offer from them. The price range was amazing going from £45 to over £230! The companies at the higher end obviously feel a major injury or death is a real consideration and have factored it into the price!! Scary stuff.
We're trying to raise a few quid for less fortunate kids and we're both very grateful to those who have kindly donated so far. We've funded the entire costs for the trip ourselves and every penny raised will go directly to Aberlour.
Our Just Giving site is http://www.justgiving.com/Derek-Bottom and if you want to read more about the charity http://www.aberlour.org.uk/
We're the lucky one's getting to train and race doing something we love.
It's a rest day and well deserved. Moonwalker has finished her MBA dissertation and tonight is the only night this week that we're going to be in the house together so it seemed appropriate to have a break.
The problem with a break is that it creates more thinking time. It dawned on me that we're flying 5 weeks on Thursday. It's coming up very quickly. It's now less time to go than has passed since New Year and that feels like yesterday.
I've just about finished the admin tasks of our holiday and sorted out the car hire and a few other minor things. The last thing is my race insurance and it looks like I'll go with AA having recieved the best offer from them. The price range was amazing going from £45 to over £230! The companies at the higher end obviously feel a major injury or death is a real consideration and have factored it into the price!! Scary stuff.
We're trying to raise a few quid for less fortunate kids and we're both very grateful to those who have kindly donated so far. We've funded the entire costs for the trip ourselves and every penny raised will go directly to Aberlour.
Our Just Giving site is http://www.justgiving.com/Derek-Bottom and if you want to read more about the charity http://www.aberlour.org.uk/
We're the lucky one's getting to train and race doing something we love.
I reckon I could teach Andy Murray a thing or two......
Sunday morning woke to a spin session. Every time I think about slacking I realise I remember the clock is ticking relentlessly and we're getting near the end of our training journey.
I'm pretty certain this is it. The last of the big races. I feel it's time to move on and do other things with my life and at the age of 46 the training is punishing on the aging joints. I do enjoy it on the whole but it's tough. Constantly planning another training session and making time to fit it all in is a challenge. I'll still race and take part in events but I think my Ironman days are behind me. Although to be honest I've said that before.....
I travelled up to Inverness and did a training session in the hotel gym. I read a year or so ago that Any Murray trained in the sauna to achieve peak performance. Well the gym in the hotel is exactly like that. It's next to the pool, separated by a glass door, and the air was moist and heavy by the time I was up to speed on the running machine. Not that pleasant.
It had another slightly frustrating feature in that the off button was in the middle of the front bar and was very large. Every so often my enthusiasm peaked and my flailing arms caught the button. If you every been running on a tready at 8.5mph and hit the stop button you will realise how disconserting it is. Your body continues forward while the belt on the machine stops immediately - I overtook myself as I screamed towards the front of the machine!
Home tonight for more running and spinning.
My diet which has lapsed over the last few days will be kicked back in as my goals are still possible. Yesterday it was suggested I was a good few years younger than I am - it must be the training or my boyish good looks. If it is the training it's certainly cheaper than botox!!!!
I'm pretty certain this is it. The last of the big races. I feel it's time to move on and do other things with my life and at the age of 46 the training is punishing on the aging joints. I do enjoy it on the whole but it's tough. Constantly planning another training session and making time to fit it all in is a challenge. I'll still race and take part in events but I think my Ironman days are behind me. Although to be honest I've said that before.....
I travelled up to Inverness and did a training session in the hotel gym. I read a year or so ago that Any Murray trained in the sauna to achieve peak performance. Well the gym in the hotel is exactly like that. It's next to the pool, separated by a glass door, and the air was moist and heavy by the time I was up to speed on the running machine. Not that pleasant.
It had another slightly frustrating feature in that the off button was in the middle of the front bar and was very large. Every so often my enthusiasm peaked and my flailing arms caught the button. If you every been running on a tready at 8.5mph and hit the stop button you will realise how disconserting it is. Your body continues forward while the belt on the machine stops immediately - I overtook myself as I screamed towards the front of the machine!
Home tonight for more running and spinning.
My diet which has lapsed over the last few days will be kicked back in as my goals are still possible. Yesterday it was suggested I was a good few years younger than I am - it must be the training or my boyish good looks. If it is the training it's certainly cheaper than botox!!!!
Monday 8 February 2010
Just another manic Monday ...............
Bigman had booked a spin session for tonight and with the trains working in his favour, he wasable to squeeze in an extra 90 minutes in the gym before the Spin class started.
He started with a heart beat raising 30 minutes on the step machine burning off 350 calories whilst watching the top 10 music videos on 4Music. This ws followed by 160 sit ups, which has become the standard count, then a further 20 minutes on the array of weights.
To finish, he 'warmed' up for the spin class with 30 minutes on the bike whilst catching up on Sky Sport news burning a further 350 calories whilst keeping the resistance at a meagre level 10 but maintaining an rpm rate of 90 plus. Ooodles of perspiration splattered over the floor!
And then it was time for the spin routine. A new music repertoire has started. The final tune is perfect music for the Cape Epic Witches Hat stage ascent. It just gets steeper as you add more resistance and just goes on and on and on and on. A bit like the Ironman regaling tales of his trip experience in the New Zealand Ironman.
Today he has returned to the far north, Fort William, home of Shinty and compacy gyms.
Only 36 more days to the start of the Cape Epic and after deducting the 7 days taper and one day off training a week that leaves 24 more training day opportunities.
So far Bigman has done 13 hours training over the last 3 days. A good workout rate for the week so far.
Can he keep it up for teh week?
He started with a heart beat raising 30 minutes on the step machine burning off 350 calories whilst watching the top 10 music videos on 4Music. This ws followed by 160 sit ups, which has become the standard count, then a further 20 minutes on the array of weights.
To finish, he 'warmed' up for the spin class with 30 minutes on the bike whilst catching up on Sky Sport news burning a further 350 calories whilst keeping the resistance at a meagre level 10 but maintaining an rpm rate of 90 plus. Ooodles of perspiration splattered over the floor!
And then it was time for the spin routine. A new music repertoire has started. The final tune is perfect music for the Cape Epic Witches Hat stage ascent. It just gets steeper as you add more resistance and just goes on and on and on and on. A bit like the Ironman regaling tales of his trip experience in the New Zealand Ironman.
Today he has returned to the far north, Fort William, home of Shinty and compacy gyms.
Only 36 more days to the start of the Cape Epic and after deducting the 7 days taper and one day off training a week that leaves 24 more training day opportunities.
So far Bigman has done 13 hours training over the last 3 days. A good workout rate for the week so far.
Can he keep it up for teh week?
Sunday 7 February 2010
The Fit One blasts up Masterton Monster
Bigman had a text from The Fit One keen to repeat the route from last Sunday. Over the Forth Bridge, up to Newton, along to Winchburgh and return to the birdge via Kirkliston and Dalmeny and then over Inverkeithing and finally climb the MAsterton Monster.
The Fit One had been off the pace last week due a flu virus however he was on fore today and the fizz had returned as he blasted up the Masterton monster.
The North Easterly breeze was chilly however it was not nearly as damp as yesterday and almost enjoyable.
An enjoyable 40k blasted out over the 2 hours. The legs were a little tired after yesterday's exertions however not so tired as to postpone a visit to the gym in Cowdenbeath for a 90 minute work out on the step machine, bikes and weights. Mr Bean was on ITV 3 and the howls of laughter brought much interest from neighbouring exercisers. The New Year's Eve sketch with the mini was on. It is a classic.
And then it was onto the footie. A good game tonight with much skill evident. The Fit One was leaping around like a jack in the box however was not agile enough to save most of the Bigman's shots. He will need to get up earlier!
The Fit One had been off the pace last week due a flu virus however he was on fore today and the fizz had returned as he blasted up the Masterton monster.
The North Easterly breeze was chilly however it was not nearly as damp as yesterday and almost enjoyable.
An enjoyable 40k blasted out over the 2 hours. The legs were a little tired after yesterday's exertions however not so tired as to postpone a visit to the gym in Cowdenbeath for a 90 minute work out on the step machine, bikes and weights. Mr Bean was on ITV 3 and the howls of laughter brought much interest from neighbouring exercisers. The New Year's Eve sketch with the mini was on. It is a classic.
And then it was onto the footie. A good game tonight with much skill evident. The Fit One was leaping around like a jack in the box however was not agile enough to save most of the Bigman's shots. He will need to get up earlier!
Saturday 6 February 2010
Broken chain piles on the agony.....
It was a JDI day - just do it.
Bigman, Wingman and myself had taken part in the beer tasting evening at Dunfermline FC - sponsored by Belhaven and an excellent night. Possibly not the best preparation for 2 athletes in the heavy training phase pre race. It was worth it as we had a great laugh and really enjoyed the evening.
So this morning we met slightly later than usual at the usual junction and set off for Perth. It looked like the skies were going to clear and the mild weather of late was going to lead to a pleasant ride. How wrong we were.....
We climbed Knockhill slowly chatting about the night before and our relative weeks. We were pedestrian at best and as we climbed the mist and fog closed in. The boy racers were heading for their fuel fest at the race track and our voices were lost under the throaty roar of exhausts claiming the available decibels. The chat died away as we reached the top. The posse was grinding out the miles today!
There was a temptation to stop in at the Powmill milk bar, settle in and enjoy a coffee before heading home after a gentle ride out but with 5 weeks to go the temptation was avoided and we ploughed on towards Dunning. At the junction to Dunning we were passed by a roadie - he soon shot ahead of us mountain bikers.
The climb up Dunning was easy but the clawy miserably weather closed in and the temperature dropped quickly. Our roadie friend waited ahead and joined up with us - turned out to be a member of Stirling called Graham. We had a really interesting chat as Graham is studying about performance in cycling and how the body reacts to different training regimes. I was really interested and we had a great blether.
We said our goodbye's at the top of the hill as he was heading back to Stirling and we were off to Perth. The drop down into Dunning was baltic. I was really cold by the end of the decent and thirsty. We stopped for a bottle of water before setting off again. The valley between Dunning and Perth was very cold and I was using the climbs to warm up. We pushed our way up and into Perth looking forward to a bowl of soup.
I turned a few heads with my mud spattered face - I thought initially I must have been looking attractive in my lycra but my face was a picture.
Lunch at the Outreach Cafe in Perth was great. Fab food, friendly service and a nice atmosphere - I have to say the thought of the cycle home didn't appeal in any way and it was an effort to leave the warmth of the cafe.
We pushed the speed up on the way home. The run down to Bridge of Earn was done at pace - Bigman following me was pebbledashed by grit. It turned out to be his first facial. He didn't enjoy it my spa treatment and took the lead as we climbed back up to Glenfarg. Bigman had the bit between his teeth and we hammered the pedals up the long climb. The welcome sight of the motorway bridge at the top of the hill signposted the top of the hill. I jumped off the back wheel and pushed hard to Milnathort - I was keep to get home. The damp, cold and wet was getting to me and I just wanted to get home.
We crashed on through Kinross and turned towards Cleish. I briefly flirted with the option of avoiding the hill but the additional milage was not an attractive proposition. We reached the bottom of the hill, I changed gear and pedalling fresh air! Initially I though the chain had fallen off but it had snapped.
A quick call to Wee Yin and the 5th emergency service went into action and international rescue appeared. It was great to jump in the car. I'd had enough ( I think the Bigman felt the same) It was without doubt one of the least pleasant rides we done. Cold, damp and abjectly miserable. Other than the company it was no fun.
Anyway we'd cycled for 5 hours and the just do it training session was done! I was as cold as I've been in a long time.
We hopefully get our rewards in Cape Town in 6 weeks....
Bigman, Wingman and myself had taken part in the beer tasting evening at Dunfermline FC - sponsored by Belhaven and an excellent night. Possibly not the best preparation for 2 athletes in the heavy training phase pre race. It was worth it as we had a great laugh and really enjoyed the evening.
So this morning we met slightly later than usual at the usual junction and set off for Perth. It looked like the skies were going to clear and the mild weather of late was going to lead to a pleasant ride. How wrong we were.....
We climbed Knockhill slowly chatting about the night before and our relative weeks. We were pedestrian at best and as we climbed the mist and fog closed in. The boy racers were heading for their fuel fest at the race track and our voices were lost under the throaty roar of exhausts claiming the available decibels. The chat died away as we reached the top. The posse was grinding out the miles today!
There was a temptation to stop in at the Powmill milk bar, settle in and enjoy a coffee before heading home after a gentle ride out but with 5 weeks to go the temptation was avoided and we ploughed on towards Dunning. At the junction to Dunning we were passed by a roadie - he soon shot ahead of us mountain bikers.
The climb up Dunning was easy but the clawy miserably weather closed in and the temperature dropped quickly. Our roadie friend waited ahead and joined up with us - turned out to be a member of Stirling called Graham. We had a really interesting chat as Graham is studying about performance in cycling and how the body reacts to different training regimes. I was really interested and we had a great blether.
We said our goodbye's at the top of the hill as he was heading back to Stirling and we were off to Perth. The drop down into Dunning was baltic. I was really cold by the end of the decent and thirsty. We stopped for a bottle of water before setting off again. The valley between Dunning and Perth was very cold and I was using the climbs to warm up. We pushed our way up and into Perth looking forward to a bowl of soup.
I turned a few heads with my mud spattered face - I thought initially I must have been looking attractive in my lycra but my face was a picture.
Lunch at the Outreach Cafe in Perth was great. Fab food, friendly service and a nice atmosphere - I have to say the thought of the cycle home didn't appeal in any way and it was an effort to leave the warmth of the cafe.
We pushed the speed up on the way home. The run down to Bridge of Earn was done at pace - Bigman following me was pebbledashed by grit. It turned out to be his first facial. He didn't enjoy it my spa treatment and took the lead as we climbed back up to Glenfarg. Bigman had the bit between his teeth and we hammered the pedals up the long climb. The welcome sight of the motorway bridge at the top of the hill signposted the top of the hill. I jumped off the back wheel and pushed hard to Milnathort - I was keep to get home. The damp, cold and wet was getting to me and I just wanted to get home.
We crashed on through Kinross and turned towards Cleish. I briefly flirted with the option of avoiding the hill but the additional milage was not an attractive proposition. We reached the bottom of the hill, I changed gear and pedalling fresh air! Initially I though the chain had fallen off but it had snapped.
A quick call to Wee Yin and the 5th emergency service went into action and international rescue appeared. It was great to jump in the car. I'd had enough ( I think the Bigman felt the same) It was without doubt one of the least pleasant rides we done. Cold, damp and abjectly miserable. Other than the company it was no fun.
Anyway we'd cycled for 5 hours and the just do it training session was done! I was as cold as I've been in a long time.
We hopefully get our rewards in Cape Town in 6 weeks....
Emergency services attend carnage on Col du Cleish after Ironman disaster
The Posse Ecosse offered their bodies to medical science last night.Would the carbon fuelled ales of the world provide world beating performances? The answer is NO.
Today was grey in every way. Grey clouds, grey roads, grey rain, grey mist, grey mindset.
The climb up to Knockhill was pretty straight forward if uninspiring in the grey gloom and mist covered bogs. Even the grazing sheep looked depressed.
The Ironman had left his waterproof trousers at home and so he was in for a wet seat. His mudgards Christmas present remain in the wrapping so as not to get them dirty. This means anyone within a 12 foot distance of his rear tyre is going to look like a rarely spotted much speckled fluorescent coated beast.
As we joined the roadie climbing through the glen to Dunning, The Ironman had found a new friend who had not heard about his exploits in Ironman competitions. He regaled his tales of times in Austria and New Zealand and the passion and persistence with which he powered to the end. Originally Graham had probably been going all the way to Dunning however after enough regaling to last a life time, he felt the need to return to Stirling a by different route! (Just joking)
The run down to Dunning was perishingly cold.Bigman had limited visibility through grit speckled glasses. It is a fair summary to say, this was not a joyful experience. But we had set out to go to Perth and go to Perth we would. As we shot along the valley floor, the temperature dropped even lower. Thank goodness for the climb up to Perth. The Ironman was romping ahead. Bigman was busy telling himself 'this is fun, this IS fun, I AM enjoying this'. The truth is, he was not. Had it not been for the obligation to meet The Ironman, he would still have been tucked up in a warm bed and sound asleep.
The hot soup at The Mustard Seed Cafe across from Lidl was really really welcome. It was hot, it was tasty, and it was pea and ham.
If I said Bigman was enthusiastic about climbing onto the saddle and climbing up and over to Bridge of Earn then climbing up the long torturous hill to Glenfarg and then climbing up Col du Cleish in an ever deepening and dampening precipitation, I would be being economic with the truth. This was misery on wheels and that is a positive report on how it felt.
The Ironman has a range of gears on his Revolution MTB and he uses them all effectively. Earlier in the day he had 'spun' his way up the climb into Perth legs turning like the needle on a 45 rpm record player. At the foot of Cleish he upped the rate to a '78 rpm' however it had little effect as the bike did not move forward. 'No chain' he shouted a comment often shouted by Lance Armstrong when he wsa cruising effortlessly. But not today. The Ironman has over stressed the chain and now it lay collapsed on the road looking like a rattle snake that had lost its rattle!
The Posse had a choice - fix the chain or call the Wee Yin to rescue the posse. Fortunately The wee Yin was in residence and a rescue bid swung into action.
Bigman relaxed in a Radox bath for 45 minutes to restore some body heat. This was not a joyous day and one not to be repeated when dividends are paid out on the Cape Epic in 5 weeks time.
Today was grey in every way. Grey clouds, grey roads, grey rain, grey mist, grey mindset.
The climb up to Knockhill was pretty straight forward if uninspiring in the grey gloom and mist covered bogs. Even the grazing sheep looked depressed.
The Ironman had left his waterproof trousers at home and so he was in for a wet seat. His mudgards Christmas present remain in the wrapping so as not to get them dirty. This means anyone within a 12 foot distance of his rear tyre is going to look like a rarely spotted much speckled fluorescent coated beast.
As we joined the roadie climbing through the glen to Dunning, The Ironman had found a new friend who had not heard about his exploits in Ironman competitions. He regaled his tales of times in Austria and New Zealand and the passion and persistence with which he powered to the end. Originally Graham had probably been going all the way to Dunning however after enough regaling to last a life time, he felt the need to return to Stirling a by different route! (Just joking)
The run down to Dunning was perishingly cold.Bigman had limited visibility through grit speckled glasses. It is a fair summary to say, this was not a joyful experience. But we had set out to go to Perth and go to Perth we would. As we shot along the valley floor, the temperature dropped even lower. Thank goodness for the climb up to Perth. The Ironman was romping ahead. Bigman was busy telling himself 'this is fun, this IS fun, I AM enjoying this'. The truth is, he was not. Had it not been for the obligation to meet The Ironman, he would still have been tucked up in a warm bed and sound asleep.
The hot soup at The Mustard Seed Cafe across from Lidl was really really welcome. It was hot, it was tasty, and it was pea and ham.
If I said Bigman was enthusiastic about climbing onto the saddle and climbing up and over to Bridge of Earn then climbing up the long torturous hill to Glenfarg and then climbing up Col du Cleish in an ever deepening and dampening precipitation, I would be being economic with the truth. This was misery on wheels and that is a positive report on how it felt.
The Ironman has a range of gears on his Revolution MTB and he uses them all effectively. Earlier in the day he had 'spun' his way up the climb into Perth legs turning like the needle on a 45 rpm record player. At the foot of Cleish he upped the rate to a '78 rpm' however it had little effect as the bike did not move forward. 'No chain' he shouted a comment often shouted by Lance Armstrong when he wsa cruising effortlessly. But not today. The Ironman has over stressed the chain and now it lay collapsed on the road looking like a rattle snake that had lost its rattle!
The Posse had a choice - fix the chain or call the Wee Yin to rescue the posse. Fortunately The wee Yin was in residence and a rescue bid swung into action.
Bigman relaxed in a Radox bath for 45 minutes to restore some body heat. This was not a joyous day and one not to be repeated when dividends are paid out on the Cape Epic in 5 weeks time.
Wednesday 3 February 2010
Cool runnings.....
Santiago called and we were on for a lunchtime run. It was cold, baltic cold. The ground was frozen, the air still but there was a level of enthusiam that warmed even the coldest parts.
We set off up the Col du Carnock which dragged the freezing air into the lungs and challenged the burning quads. Not only was the air temperature still low but the ground was entirely frozen. We slip slided away until we reached the bottom of hill by which time the road was dry.
We chatted about our week. Santiago confessed to feeling a little jaded after the bike run on Saturday but it was a hard ride so we were all a bit tired after pushing a big gear. After reaching Cairneyhill we turned towards Crossford and then almost immediately off road and onto the track that leads back up to Crossford. The ground was frozen which was a relief because it would have been very muddy if it hadn't been!
We charged on back up to the Dean Plantation. Through the forest and up the hills to the main road. We pushed hard at the start but I fear went too early as we laboured up the last of the hill.
The drop down to the bike path was welcome. We met with some guys coming off the path with there bike - it was incredibly slippy.
An hour done - good mix of terraine and conditions. It was good. Despite the cold I warmed up very quickly and I enjoyed the run much more than I anticipated. Running with a partner is motivational, it passes the time quickly and encourages improved performance.
I'm still a runner turned biker rather than a biker. Having said that I love biking.
We set off up the Col du Carnock which dragged the freezing air into the lungs and challenged the burning quads. Not only was the air temperature still low but the ground was entirely frozen. We slip slided away until we reached the bottom of hill by which time the road was dry.
We chatted about our week. Santiago confessed to feeling a little jaded after the bike run on Saturday but it was a hard ride so we were all a bit tired after pushing a big gear. After reaching Cairneyhill we turned towards Crossford and then almost immediately off road and onto the track that leads back up to Crossford. The ground was frozen which was a relief because it would have been very muddy if it hadn't been!
We charged on back up to the Dean Plantation. Through the forest and up the hills to the main road. We pushed hard at the start but I fear went too early as we laboured up the last of the hill.
The drop down to the bike path was welcome. We met with some guys coming off the path with there bike - it was incredibly slippy.
An hour done - good mix of terraine and conditions. It was good. Despite the cold I warmed up very quickly and I enjoyed the run much more than I anticipated. Running with a partner is motivational, it passes the time quickly and encourages improved performance.
I'm still a runner turned biker rather than a biker. Having said that I love biking.
Tuesday 2 February 2010
Variety is the spice of a training life!
The Fit One has been counselling the Bigman on his training regime. He is concerned the nobbly knee incident of last week is an indication of training fatigue.
The advice was to vary the training and so it came to pass. Today was a session spent in the pool followed by a session in the sauna and steam room oozing sweat with limited aerobic exercise.
The swim felt good and sweating without associated pain was a welcome relief.
Some more of that training will become a permanent fixture
The advice was to vary the training and so it came to pass. Today was a session spent in the pool followed by a session in the sauna and steam room oozing sweat with limited aerobic exercise.
The swim felt good and sweating without associated pain was a welcome relief.
Some more of that training will become a permanent fixture
Running around.....
I woke up in Fort William - it was a stunning morning. The snow that was disrupting the travel in the central belt had passed through overnight and was replaced by a sunshine and mist. It was beautiful. 
I had a good meeting to start the day and then set off towards Inverness. Despite time pressures I stopped to take a couple of photo's looking back towards Fort William from the site of the Commando Memorial. My phone doesn't capture the scene in full effect but it gives a flavour of the beauty. It also reminded me that we are going to race the Cape Epic but also going to see and photograph an amazing country.
I laugh with the Bigman about the grading of animals that will allow a stop to take a picture. We are slowly creating a list of animals that are permitted stops and those which don't merit a stop! I suppose today was an example of where the beauty of the location merited a stop despite the time pressure.
After a couple of meetings in Inverness I set off home, stopping at my usual coffee stop in the Mountain Cafe in Aviemore. Where the coffee is amazing and the cakes are just out of this world. Today, the cake selection was up to it's usual high standard and after much internal debate my resistance weakened and I selected a blueberry chocolate brownie. It wasn't just good it was amazing - amazing 600 calorie worth. I enjoyed every morsel! The Bigman can keep his legal cakes - the brownie takes the biscuit every time!
So home, I felt the need to get started quickly. Having run around the country in the car I started running on the treadmill on the house. I spend my 4 mile run listening to my band, father jack, last rehearsal. After running I jumped onto the spin bike, pushed on the telly and watched deal or no deal. It was a bit dull but passed 50 minutes while I climbed the Witches Hat at a good tempo. I feel fortunate to have the facilities in the house.
Anyway a good set tonight of just under 90 minutes. Hopefully a run tomorrow if the weather holds.
It's the thought that counts....................
The Ironman claims the award of the shortest training session so far............. at least until last night when his record was smashed.
Bigman booked a spin session for last night at Cowdenbeath Leisure Centre while there for footie on Sunday. The intention was good, the passion was present, but the body was not.
Work required an extended stay in the cake filled lawyers offices which meant the training stint did not even start let alone finish early.
It is going to be a tough training week this week with social events on Tuesday, Wedenesday, Thursday and Friday evenings.
Where is the commitment?
Answer - training is hard to fit in around other life events. That's the reality.
It makes you respect , even more, the dedication of amateur athletes reaching international success. No danger for teh Bigman there!
Bigman booked a spin session for last night at Cowdenbeath Leisure Centre while there for footie on Sunday. The intention was good, the passion was present, but the body was not.
Work required an extended stay in the cake filled lawyers offices which meant the training stint did not even start let alone finish early.
It is going to be a tough training week this week with social events on Tuesday, Wedenesday, Thursday and Friday evenings.
Where is the commitment?
Answer - training is hard to fit in around other life events. That's the reality.
It makes you respect , even more, the dedication of amateur athletes reaching international success. No danger for teh Bigman there!
Monday 1 February 2010
Training sessions don't get any shorter than this....
The drive to Fort Willaim was bleak. The cruel snow was sweeping Glencoe and the road was turning whiter by the second.
I select my hotels carefully - noting which have gyms and generally selecting them. So I changed into my kit on arrival and hit the gym. The gym was actually really good and I was surprised to note on the way in that there was a spin class at 6pm. Back to reception to find out more I was informed that it was fully booked but I should join the queue for non turners up spaces in 20 minutes.
Buoyed by the thought of a spin class I set of on the treadmill and did a fast 15 minutes. Junped off and was pointed in the direction of the class - follow Gavin was the cry. I followed Gavin, an uncommunicative soul intent on bagging his space.
The spn room was small but full of expectant chatter and I was joined by a fellow much more experienced 'lurker for spin space'. He was a chatty local who informed me of the underground tactics required to bag a spot at the spin class. We stood and shared stories until the remainder of the class duely arrived. Sadly they all turned up.
Undeterred myself and the intrepid spinner headed back to the gym. It was packed. It was so packed the queue at the running machines indicated a wait of approximately 20 minutes for each bit of kit. This doesn't happen at the Carnock Gym where the queues are much shorter (not that I'm saying anything about Moonwalkers height!) and access to the equipment is only limited by enthusiasm.....
So slightly despondantly I called it a day. On a bright note the haddock and chips plus apple crumble in the hotel went down a storm.
Possibly need to spend an extra 20 minutes in the gym tomorrow - without the queue!
I select my hotels carefully - noting which have gyms and generally selecting them. So I changed into my kit on arrival and hit the gym. The gym was actually really good and I was surprised to note on the way in that there was a spin class at 6pm. Back to reception to find out more I was informed that it was fully booked but I should join the queue for non turners up spaces in 20 minutes.
Buoyed by the thought of a spin class I set of on the treadmill and did a fast 15 minutes. Junped off and was pointed in the direction of the class - follow Gavin was the cry. I followed Gavin, an uncommunicative soul intent on bagging his space.
The spn room was small but full of expectant chatter and I was joined by a fellow much more experienced 'lurker for spin space'. He was a chatty local who informed me of the underground tactics required to bag a spot at the spin class. We stood and shared stories until the remainder of the class duely arrived. Sadly they all turned up.
Undeterred myself and the intrepid spinner headed back to the gym. It was packed. It was so packed the queue at the running machines indicated a wait of approximately 20 minutes for each bit of kit. This doesn't happen at the Carnock Gym where the queues are much shorter (not that I'm saying anything about Moonwalkers height!) and access to the equipment is only limited by enthusiasm.....
So slightly despondantly I called it a day. On a bright note the haddock and chips plus apple crumble in the hotel went down a storm.
Possibly need to spend an extra 20 minutes in the gym tomorrow - without the queue!
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