Saturday 14 January
KM: 29 and a bit
Time started: 0844
Time I should have started: 0700
Time home: 1000
Time ridden: Not long enough
Weather: moist and grimy
Smell: industrial rainforest
Coffee: Wanted a macchiato at Chickos kiosk in town but ran out of time
Enjoyed: coming home
Didn’t enjoy: much at all
I want to change: my attitude
Late to bed again. A rotten night’s sleep. Pretty irky day outside. Under time pressure. And so I choked. Straight-up, lay-down piked out of my training plan for the morning. All I wanted to do was to push through last week’s okay effort, and make up for not having done squat all week (again). But no.
And having a guy on an old Repco, carrying a six-pack of VB on his bars, blow by you and stay ahead – now that’s encouraging.
Even now, after a shower and a sit-down, I’m still feeling pretty damn average, so maybe today was never meant to be. But that’s just it at the moment – I have to make hay with the days I do have, because I have less and less of them. My new job is cool, but it’s ramped up pretty hard pretty quickly, and I’m avoiding the gym like I’ll avoid the remake of Young Talent Time.
I did, however, print out Mark Fenner’s Mont 10-week training plan last night which, somewhat fortuitously, I can start on Monday and still finish in time for the Mont. It looks pretty hardcore, but I’ll study it today, divide it up and diarise the hell out of the next couple of weeks.
In fact, I think today will be a low-key day. I need to reboot…