Curses

 Will the a run back to the car yesterday I need to get out early and run back to work.

 Kirstie does her usual trick of being ready in 15mins compared to my hour and a half morning routine but we are still 20 mins behind schedule. Kirstie is unceremoniously thrown from the car as i head for the park and ride.

 Darn legs won't get in gear to start with and i have to settle with a plodding pace until they wake up. To help i duck into the "Thicket" a local wooded area on the side of the hill were the river has carved through it producing some entertaining single track. Its not very long but the harder hill climbs and undulating terrain wakes the legs and I'm able to settle into a higher pace (well it felt that way).

 Arrive at work 15 mins late to when I wanted and slurp down some water.

 I need sugar but I need to cut it out of my diet. Its a complete contradiction.

 So the opportunity to exercise at work passes me by with nothing other than a quick sprint up to the 2nd floor canteen for some potato fish cakes. More potato then fish.

 The ride back promises to be standard fare. Not that interested in going to the gym because its been a hard day.

 Trawling through traffic I found myself blown away by another roadie intent on self destruction going head on to the queuing traffic. How dare he overtake me. Time to test the racing speed.  The traffic moved and we were off. He was 3 cars in front. Both of us following in chain. We were let off as the traffic peeled out at the mini roundabout and i was stuck behind a car which turned after him and accelerated. I punched the afterburner. Legs pumping push pull scrape the foot through the bottom of the pedal cycle. Eyes on the target. A car holds him up at the co op and i make ground. He's not getting away but I've stopped gaining on him. Damn same top speeds. I dive into the corner onto the bumpy back road towards common lane. Legs are tired but if i can get close enough he'll have to pause at the gate. The afterburner is running out. Legs have gone. I'm out of energy. Ground is lost. At the second gate he catches a break. Another cyclist hold the gate for him and I'm too far behind to get there before the gate slams shut. I try one last effort going from the zero enforced from the gate pushing hard up the small incline. Switching to try and get down on the aero taking advantage of the new smooth tarmac on this stretch but he's still matching my top speed.  I can't hold the pace and as i come through the village there's no sign of him. Either ducked into a side road or off in the distance. I try to keep up as much pace as possible. Use the race for a good time on the runkeeper spreadsheet but its all over. I make it through the rest on auto. I don't know if it was fitness, the morning fun or the heavy back pack. The other roadie had a small bag unlike my mini bergan.

 Then to cap it all off the bloody runkeeper app wasn't working until after the race was over so i can't even post analyse. Doh!

 Really don't feel like the gym now. Curses!

 

Ouch!

 Last two days have been a bit of a success.

 Sunday saw Kirstie and I hit the gym and pound on our core till it hurt. Sit-ups and Russian twists leg raises while hanging from the bar. Knee kicks on the punch bag. Great fun that.

 A few years ago I got the Xbox kinect to help my winter workout blues and bought a MMA workout game which was not a great thing. The movement sensor was a bit quirky and didn't measure true movement so you can cheat on a bad day. It did give some great format for work outs. Might have to dig it out again to so if some of it can be integrated into the workout with the bag. Might even get some knuckle pad gloves to bash the bag.

 Mountain climbers is what I can remember most about it. After slogging it out doing a 30 second rep of mountain climbers burned the shoulders and the back.

 Our workout felt like the workout in the game very core oriented with little cardio. It was what i was aiming for with the gym. Speed intervals on the treadmill are good but i should do cardio outside and get used to pushing myself. Noticed my alpha state running is slower then it should be.

 I should point out how awesome Kirstie is. With a stomach ache she was taking me to school in how to do this kind of workout. There was barely a break between exercise and no wimping out of that third set. Yeah her weights were less but proportionally we were the same. So like i say. Awesome.

 Then today after a full blown under the duvet feeling sick she still goes to her PT session. What a gym buddy.

 Not to be outdone and with the onset of a lovely spring shower I felt the need to go for the run back from work with Monday out of the way I felt I had enough energy for that. No doubt that will change soon. Another six miler back home pounding out the tarmac was what I felt like rather than battling with the cars in the usual stressful .

 I always think if you look out for them there is something funny to see every day. Today was no exception. Running is not as quick as the bike but allows me to observe my fellow human beings as they rapidly approach and then fade into the distance. Today O found myself running behind two ladies of a certain age riding their bicycles no doubt for their health. I've been a cyclist for a while and i try to learn from my past mistakes and be courteous and nice to anybody sharing the path with me.

 These two ladies didn't seem to have got the memo on that. They rode side by side and nothing and no one seemed to be able to shake their impression that there was nothing wrong with them doing so through blind bends and overtaking. Following just behind after they had overtaken me passing just a few centimetres from my pumping elbow  I thought they should be a bit more careful. If I had had to move right for any reason I would have taken the old dear out. I remained silent on the subject. People never like the obvious pointed out to them. The real hazard came as they approached the blind bend ahead. A man in commuting bike attire and on a MTB appeared bouncing into the verge having had to dive out of the way of the terrible twosome. His friend behind also slowed and headed for the grass as they wobbled about neither getting out of the way or shifting to single file.

 Next a trio of laughing teenagers were ridden down. Slightly more of a immovable object they presented another obstacle to the terrible two.

 Things got worse as the path narrowed. Another MTB had to come to a full stop to prevent gliding into them as they refused to give way and a different young whelp took to the mud in a masterful evasive action pre-empting another wobbling confrontation.

 

 It amused me as I followed them along to hear them exchanging comments of how everyone was trying to hit them. Tuts were exchanged.

 As they left the footpath and headed onto the road one can only hope they made some concession to oncoming motor traffic.

 My run finished in no glorious fashion. I managed to get across the main road by sprinting after the bus to catch the lights. As I came up to the car I noticed  two red spots on my white jersey.

 I’d been so into my run I had failed to notice that the bag and jersey combo had acted as a cheese grater and my poor nips had borne the brunt. Might need some plasters for tomorrow. Ouch.

The running day

I find myself up early this morning and the old urge has taken me to go for a run before the day starts to heat up. I've made the fatal mistake to eat breakfast before legging it out the door. I've found through unfortunate experimentation that I need to leave time between eating food and running to allow for the digestion to take hold before I jump up and down or a stitch and indigestion will follow.
 Therefore I find myself curled up next to Kirstie writing this blog that I've been meaning to get back into (or just start).
 Plan for the run is to hit the tarmac at around 09:00 (Saturday) and head round my new local route. Having moved to St Ives from Huntingdon I've not tried out a lot of routes and today is not a day to experiment. I've found a nice route that goes through some villages across the river and under some trees. Only problem with it is that it has too much tarmac with a short section of woodland mud. I prefer to mix terrain to allow my legs a break with some soft ground and then firmness to get up to speed again. Total route length is only about 5 miles so won't be too taxing though it has a nice hill to pound up and down.
 Training off late has picked up with starting at the St Ives One leisure gym, "Impressions". Kirstie and I had decided to join after cutting out the gym membership last year to save money as we weren't getting the benefit from the Huntingdon gym. Commuting left Kirstie very tired in the evening and the allure of a quiet night in always seduced us from our workouts. Kirstie had kept up her training with her Personal trainer but wasn't happy with the results so we resolved to train more often.
 Setting up our own little workout room at home started off alright but left very little room with two of us working out in there. There was lots of moving into different rooms and having to change weight to fit the other person and you couldn't fling things around as there was always something to me mindful of when toting the barbell around. Furniture, computer, walls, ceiling, Kirstie....
 Swimming was another reason. I haven't been at the Tri club at all this year (didn't re-up my membership) mainly because of time. Club hours meant I'd have to take the car to work with the wetsuit or bike and I wouldn't be able to pick Kirstie up. We did try a few last year but found it such a rush we were always late which stressed me out which in turn made me un pleasant while swimming with Kirstie. We tried box end open water swimming at the weekend but that was even further and more expensive and we weren't getting a good training session as we needed pool time to work on stokes and endurance.
 Riding would be less of a problem with the club but its now a 45min cycle over there or 30mins in the car. Expensive or turn up for a beasting session already tired.
 The new gym is working out a lot better. Kirstie has less of a commute so a bit more energy to go and the gym is on her bus route although we're finding it easier to meet at the park and ride and drive there than mess about meeting up then going back for the car. They run a good Spinning class and Kirstie is very good at those. I've even done a few myself if you do it right they beat the hell out of you. I'm back on the treadmill doing interval training and was pleased to see that my cruise and sprint rates were still at the level as before. In my ignorance of KpH vs Mph I'd actually set my speeds faster!
 The machines there use a wireless chip to record distances and times and weights but I've not played with any of the analysis there to see if its all worth while. Trying to input all the exercises on the free weights in afterwards is a slow and annoying process that I'd rather just use Fitocracy on my phone for.
 Well its nearly 9. Time to hit that tarmac.