It's been a tough weekend... Supersprints on Sunday and then I tried to race the club duathlon on Monday - mistakes were made. First Eton:
Given that I'm not training for sprints this season as my end goal is going long, the longer the better, I was fairly happy with 8th overall, 3rd U30 and first 20-24. I forgot the hell of a swim start and promptly missed the hooter and got swum over, kicked, punched and other assorted fun which would have been heaven for a masochist with a rubber fetish. Once I got going it was fine but, as per usual, I only really hit a rhythm by the 300m point. Out in 6:03 is pretty respectable for someone who last year couldn't really swim and it was a comfotable pace.
I never really hit top gear on the bike, partly due again to the new position and also Saturday's ride was still in my legs. 6th fastest overall was OK but I really should have dipped under 30 mins.
Strangely it was the run which was the best part of my race for once. I'm fairly sure that two week block where I systematically destroyed myself is starting to pay off! 17:21 was good enough to move me up to the podium in my division. All in all not a bad day although the real highlight was the 11 mile run I did 90 mins after the event finished. I figure I'm going to have to get used to running when my legs feel like concrete and I was really pleased to run the distance in under 70 mins with a heart rate below 150bpm. Bring on the Cow Man!
In start contrast Monday was not a happy day. With an uber strong field for the duathlon (the mighty Jez Cox no less!) it would have been a great day to put in a charge but alas it was not to be. A sensible person (which by now I'm sure you have realised I am not) would have not raced and my worst fears were confirmed when I failed to catch the pack despite burying myself for the first 2 laps.
The less said about this race the better but I can honestly say I haven't felt that cooked in years. A couple of days rest are needed and hopefully no long lasting damage has been done.
Given that I'm not training for sprints this season as my end goal is going long, the longer the better, I was fairly happy with 8th overall, 3rd U30 and first 20-24. I forgot the hell of a swim start and promptly missed the hooter and got swum over, kicked, punched and other assorted fun which would have been heaven for a masochist with a rubber fetish. Once I got going it was fine but, as per usual, I only really hit a rhythm by the 300m point. Out in 6:03 is pretty respectable for someone who last year couldn't really swim and it was a comfotable pace.
I never really hit top gear on the bike, partly due again to the new position and also Saturday's ride was still in my legs. 6th fastest overall was OK but I really should have dipped under 30 mins.
Strangely it was the run which was the best part of my race for once. I'm fairly sure that two week block where I systematically destroyed myself is starting to pay off! 17:21 was good enough to move me up to the podium in my division. All in all not a bad day although the real highlight was the 11 mile run I did 90 mins after the event finished. I figure I'm going to have to get used to running when my legs feel like concrete and I was really pleased to run the distance in under 70 mins with a heart rate below 150bpm. Bring on the Cow Man!
In start contrast Monday was not a happy day. With an uber strong field for the duathlon (the mighty Jez Cox no less!) it would have been a great day to put in a charge but alas it was not to be. A sensible person (which by now I'm sure you have realised I am not) would have not raced and my worst fears were confirmed when I failed to catch the pack despite burying myself for the first 2 laps.
The less said about this race the better but I can honestly say I haven't felt that cooked in years. A couple of days rest are needed and hopefully no long lasting damage has been done.
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