So my knee is on the mend. I’ve been doing some decent running sessions. Only short distances but quality sessions rather than quantity. Today I thought I’d push it a little bit and see how it holds up.
I recently baught a new bike. Nothing special, a Barrossa monsa that cost me £204. It’s a nice little racing road bike for training on once I make a few modifications to the tune of aero bars, drop handel bars and a 78º conversion seat post I’ll be well on the way 😀
Although I have to say, buying off the peg bikes usuall, or at least in my mind come built. Mine on the other hands looked like this
After a day of playing around with it and a few scrapes it looked more like this
So now I have a bike all the kit a kit junkie could need and a knee that is working,…. swim bike run brike set any body?
I got out at 5am as usual today and I’de already got it in my head this was the plan for the morning. Nothing to crueling or hard paced. Nice and steady and just get the feeling of swim to bike, bike to run. I ended up with a mile swim, 10 mile bike and 3 mile run. Was well under two hours, but not 100% sure on time as I was messing about at the pool and gassing with people as you do. It was definatly around the hour and a half mark though and boy did I feel like it.
A funny thing happened to me though on my bike ride. Now I’d heared horror stories about people clipping in for the first time, riding and not being able to get out of them and crashing. I do some spin classes and also had a play at home making sure I knew my way in and out of them rather than figuring it out at a set of traffic lights.
So there I am 6 miles in sweating, working hard and I get to a set of lights. I move down the line past the cars and up to the front. I go to unclip,…. NOTHING!! I panic, I tug, I wobble and then thats it I’m laid on my side in the gutter infront of everyone. Now this is a reasonably busy “T” junction, with lots of cars about so it’s safe to say I feel like a bit of a tool. But me being me, I just laid there for a few moments laughing out loud, shook my head and after fighting with my feet, got up and waited for the lights to change, then went onto finish my session. I thought I’d been unscaved but, I have a slight scuff on my left hip. Although the pic doesn’t do my first war wound justice if you ask me 😉
Any ways, a day of uni work for me. Between training and my last year I don’t seem to stop xxx
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