Next year

 My year has fizzled out spectacularly. In the last three months I have barely turned a wheel other than a couple of turbo sessions a week and my 2.5 mile commute.  My Van Nic has laid dormant since October, which I think is the longest time it has gone unridden since I’ve owned it. Just a combination of work and family events, general tiredness, apathy and lack of mojo. I had the idea of doing the Rapha Festive 500, which starts today. However, I broke up from school on Wednesday last week and by Saturday morning I had a positive lateral flow test. After spending almost 2 years in a COVID swamp, to get the ‘rona literally     the day after I broke up seems particularly vexing.  I readjusted and just thought I’d do some miles on the turbo instead but I’m still feeling second hand so it just doesn’t seem worth it at the moment.

Anyway, let’s forget about 2021.  What about ‘22?

I’m planning to mainly do some audax and having a go at getting the Audax UK ‘Randonneur around the Year Award’ (RRAtY).  You have to ride a 200km audax every month for 12 consecutive months. These are the events that I’ve got planned for the first half of the year;

Jan - Willy warmer 200k
Feb - Winter Boat ride 200k
March - Gently Bentley 200k
April - LWL 400k
May - Bryan Chapman 600k or Dauntsey Dawdle 400k
June - Ditchling Devil 200k perm. 
July - London-Anglesey-London 1000k

The longer events could well be downgraded to 200km as I will need to play it by ear, and the ‘rona May have either ideas too.

Onwards. 

Fix you

 Again, it’s been a while. Sue and I had kept up our lockdown walks and being a teacher and on my feet all day, I was getting a bit concerned about the state of my left ankle and foot. I had got injured just after the Hampton Court half back in February 2020 and never really recovered. I had given up all hope of ever running again, let alone racing but when walking and standing was getting painful I knew I had to do something. My left ankle and the tendon that runs under it was constantly inflamed and twice the size of my other ankle but I just got used to living with it, but it was a constant, nagging ache that would sometimes flare up so I couldn’t walk at all.

So the summer holidays came around and that seemed like a good time to deal with it. I wouldn’t need to be on my feet as much and I would be able to devote a bit more time to the physio. I took myself off to Mika at Kingston Physiotherapy and he seemed to think straight away that he could get me sorted and running again. To be honest, while pleased, I didn’t really believe him but I was happy to give it a go. So for six weeks I had a weekly massage on the ankle and he gave me some daily stretches to do. Within a couple of weeks it started to settle down and went from being painful to just ‘not quite right’, which was a huge improvement. The stretches Mika gave me were nothing special; just the standard calf, achilles, quad and hamstring stretches that any age grouper knows. I was a bit sceptical that they would work, but of course, they absolutely did!

After those initial weeks, he then gave me some additional exercises using a physio band to strengthen the ankle joint. This would work the tendons hard as my joints were so weak and it felt like it was doing more harm than good.  Mika said not to worry about some discomfort and that would be normal; trust the process, and all that! By the end of my summer break I was walking completely pain free and also I just felt generally much more elastic and loose.  The real noticeable difference was when getting out of bed.  I had got so used to literally hobbling out of bed after a night’s sleep that it just felt normal to feel really old.  The difference was so marked, I almost couldn’t believe it.  

At the end of the summer I thought that I would try to start running again. I took it very steady!

It was very, very achy and didn’t fill me with a lot of confidence, but, and this is a big but, while it was uncomfortable at the time I didn’t have a major reaction the next day. No swelling or flare ups. This was good!

So I just did a couple of runs a week on a flat 5km loop, gradually building UL the strength in my foot. The major issue I had was corners and cambers  where I had to take it very gently. The runs themselves would be quite achy but I could feel more strength in my ankle every day and more and more I’d have no pain or discomfort at all. I started doing a few gentle interval sessions, always monitoring what was going on and making sure that there was no adverse reaction from each run. I wanted to start to get aerobically fitter, rather than just plodding as I had the confidence in my body to run faster, so I’ve started to do parkrun again to push myself a bit.  Two down so far and already within striking distance of sub-20.

So despite a few hard runs and interval sessions, my joints are holding up. I’m not getting the terrible DOMS that I used to get after a hard parkrun.  I’ve actually really enjoyed the process of doing the rehab and getting my body strong for running. It s been a while. 

Riding with a smile on my face

The months of May and June have traditionally when I have found some time trial speed. Warmer temperatures and lighter evenings usually helps lift me out of the doldrums and it’s no surprise therefore that I can usually more the old carcass a little faster. It’s been a bit different this year. Work has been busier than I have ever known it and I’ve had to pull some pretty long hours, but with hindsight, this has helped me out. For most of the time I’ve only had my TT bike to train on, so it’s  been bolted to the turbo where I have aimed to tick off 4 hours per week. Not a great deal and most of it has been top end of Z2, looping around Watopia for 90 minutes at a time. Despite the complete lack of structure I’ve been able to maintain my fitness and started to see some pleasing results. With a social coffee ride at the weekend, I’ve been averaging 6-7 hours per week. Not earth shattering but enough to keep my head straight and my belly at bay. 

On Wednesday we had a club 2up TT.  I paired up with Simon and towed him around for most of the event for a time of 23:04, which I think is my second fastest time over the course. There were a couple of times when I had to soft pedal to let Simon catch me and our last 2.5m was my fastest ever, so some really pleasing things to build on. Most importantly, I really enjoyed it. It was the first TT in years that I really enjoyed and had a smile on my face, rather than a serious race-face. I’m trying to get a ride on a faster course to see if I can knock some time off my 10m pb or at least get down to a low 22, which I haven’t done for 5 years. I had entered the National 12hr but last week I decided to withdraw. I really wanted to ride it but I didn’t want to put in the long weekend TT rides that I’d need to do. It’s just not on my radar and I’m trying to just enjoy riding my bike when I want to, rather than feeling that I have to ride it. 

Over the half term holiday I managed to build my Van Nic back up. It ended up being a big job but I have pretty much got a new bike. It’s a bit like Trigger’s broom with every single part of the bike bolted on the frame now being a different or new part from when I bought it ten years ago. I’m particularly pleased with the new decals that I had made up and Simon bought me a new Van Nic titanium bottle cage for my birthday, which looks super smart. I had forgotten what a lovely bike it is to ride. Absence makes the heart grow fonder. 

KWCC Sporting 14

 Back to some racing a couple of weekends ago with my traditional season opener at the Kingston Wheelers Sporting 14.  I’ve never really ridden this event well, even when I have been fit.  The long drag at the start up Hungry Hill, lulls the unwary into a false sense of urgency. It’s a steady rise that looks very tame, until you find, 60 seconds in, that your heart rate has maxed out and you’ve still got a lot of climbing to do. Knowing this, my plan was to pace the ride better, knowing that I’d have the long descent to recover. Pretty much, that’s what I did. At the end of the first lap I found myself in a extended, comfortably hard pace instead of my usual ‘hanging on and suffering with another 20 minutes still to go’ state. The last descent was fun and I’d got a bit more used to my new front end position, which definitely feels faster than my old position. Although I was on the TT bike, I wasn’t full aero, favouring my bog standard training wheels and road helmet. I’ll save all the new TT bongo kit for the first evening 10. Anyway, a low-ish 36, which is a course pb and I think there might have been a bit more to give, so a good opener. 

Humble brag

 First ever Strava KOM. #justsayin’.

Life in the old dog yet. 

Farewell, for now, faithful friend

 Last Monday, I met up with Simon and Dale for a relaxed spin. It was the first time that the three of us had been able to meet up and I was really looking forward to catching up with them both. Simon and I had met up before, but the plan was to do a couple of hours as a three up, before meeting a couple of other friends for a coffee and some hot cross buns.  It should have been the perfect social ride but it ended up being bloody horrible. 

Within ten minutes, I could tell that my Van Nic was not happy. The whole transmission felt graunchy and gritty;  the gears were not indexing properly and it felt like the bike was eating itself. I knew that my chain was on the way out but I had really let things get pretty bad. As Dale said to me, after the second time I had almost been pitched over the bars by the chain jumping when I got out the saddle to push down harder on the pedals, ‘I thought that as a DT teacher, your bikes should be really well maintained?’ This is true and while I can tackle the vast majority of bicycle maintenance issues myself, I’m quite lazy at actually doing them when I need to.  It got so bad, that for the first time in my cycling life, I had to walk up Whitedown and suffer the pitying stares from the other riders who were tackling this nasty little climb. Oh the shame of it. 

After a strip down of the chainset and sprockets, it was obvious that the whole lot needed replacing, but the seat post is also firmly stuck inside the frame, so after a vicious couple of minutes wielding Allen keys, cable cutters and spanners, the whole bike was stripped down. 

I can’t afford a new bike so I have decided to give my Euros a new lease of life. In the 11 years I have had her, she’s had more wheelsets and chainsets than I can count, and at least two sets of brakes and shifters, but everything else is pretty much as I bought her. The bars, stem and seatpost are original Van Nic branded components, but also heavy alloy ones and my forks are looking very second hand. I’m not sure that I should be riding on them at all as the bearing surface looked completely shot to bits. So my plan is to replace all of these items with new lightweight carbon components and make her a bit more racey. I’ve found a chap that can remove my seat post so I’m currently sorting out packing up the frame to be posted oop north. I’m also going to remove all of the old and torn decals on the frame and maybe purchase some new ones. Hopefully, in a week or two, I’ll have a ‘new’ lightweight road bike. For the foreseeable future, everything will be on the TT bike. 

I absolutely love my Euros. Strava has us at riding 24,000 miles together, but I actually think it’s closer to 30k. My body has become firmly welded into position on her and I will never part with her. It’s time to give the old girl a new lease of life. 

Head back in the game

So far this year,  I’ve been training fairly consistently. A mix of Zwift, TrainerRoad sessions on the turbo and some social longer rides with Simon, in the Surrey hills. The big thing I’ve been noticing is my need to spend more time recovering from sessions. There are times when I just don’t know how my legs are going to react. Take this morning, for example. I was meant to do a 5x7 minute TR interval session at 105%ftp, which at the moment would make each interval around 300 watts. A hard session, but nothing to get my knickers in a twist about. As it was, I barely made it through the warm up and bailed almost immediately in the first interval. I just didn’t have it in my legs, and even the gentle spin on Zwift that I did instead, was quite hard even though I was spinning at watts that had me barely breathing. 

These days happen, and happen more frequently than they used to, but it’s making me question whether lots of structure in my training is worth it? I’m starting to think it’s best that I just hop on my bike and see how I am, before deciding whether it is a day for a hard session or not. It can be demoralising to have a session planned and then not be able to get anywhere near accomplishing it.  

Along with this, one of the other tweaks that I have made to my training is that I am doing less intensity and more steady, easy riding. This is again to increase volume without wiping me out all the time. Quite a bit of this has been on Zwift where I have been riding steady for around 90 minutes, burning fat and trying to get my weight back to around 70kgs. I’ve made good progress so far, coming down from 74kgs to 71, so I must be doing something right.  

I’m also tinkering with my kit. I’ve bought a new Giro Aerohead helmet and some new bars to get my front end into a faster position and I’ve started the process of trying to get myself comfortable and familiar with this. In my first outing of the year on the TT  bike it felt faster but only time will tell. 

All of this is to actually do some time trialling and I’ve entered a few events. There’s a couple of Sporting TTs coming up but the biggie will be the Breckland 12 hour in August. It would be good to add on some miles to my 246 mile ride a few years ago. 

2021

I’d actually forgotten that I had this blog, then it popped into my head yesterday and after some scrabbling around, trying to remember my google password, I was able to get into it. It’s nice to see that my loyal 5 regular readers have remained faithful. I’m not sure I know why you bother, but thank you all the same. 

So 2021 has started as badly as 2020 ended but let’s try to remain positive, shall we? I suppose that my big decision is that I have officially retired from triathlon and running. It’s something that has evolved over the winter, with the realisation that I have not been able to run for almost a year, since the Hampton Court half, last February. Despite very few runs in that time, my feet and ankle tendons have been sore very regularly and I can just about do a 5km walk without too many side effects. I’m sad about it but it is what it is, so time to focus on other things. 

Most of this winter I’ve been on Zwift, doing a few races and other events and they’ve been fun, but there’s been no structure. I cancelled my TrainerRoad subscription for a few months, but yesterday, I reinstalled it. It’s time to get some structure and discipline back.  The goal is to beat my 25 mile TT pb (55:39, set back in 2017). I think on a fast course I should be able to get under 53 mins and I’m going to have a tinker with my position on the Argon and I might even treat myself to a new TT helmet. I might stick up some pictures next week, as I’ve got some Aerocoach bars to bolt on.