…but it went far too fast. The cry of working men and women down the ages. I spent the weekend in York with Sarah, and had an absolutely awesome time. We fitted an awful lot into two days, and come Sunday evening I was pretty knackered, but it was totally worth it.
We both headed out on our bikes on Saturday, into what turned out to be a seriously strong gale. Accordingly, my 20k time was worse than ordinary (on paper), but I still felt damn good after the session, mainly because I didn’t ever think about giving up and calling it a day, despite the fact I spent a good portion of the bike pedalling like fury into the wind just to stay in the same place. Notwithstanding the massive wind and the heavy training bike, I was still comfortably over the 30kph average. Sarah did a good session too, and again like me, probably took a quiet satisfaction in not giving up.
We watched a film (Twilight) on Saturday night. I enjoyed it. There, I’ve said it. Any macho image I’ve ever cultivated has been instantly ruined. As ever though, I don’t care. Also had a cheeky glass of wine, but I’ve no intention of cutting out the alcohol until after Xmas. That’s my policy and I’m sticking to it.
The other sessions apart from the bike across the weekend were also pretty ace. A decent 25:00 run on Sunday morning (steady pace along the River Ouse), a new PB over the 3km TT on the treadmill on Friday (3.36/km pace), and a decent swim on Saturday afternoon. I carded 10:37 for 1500m, but it doesn’t count as a personal as I kept on having to stop the clock to readjust the goggles. Bloody things.
Words of the weekend; ‘Don’t quit. Suffer now and spend the rest of your life as champion’ – Ali.
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