Ironman training is going backwards. Current situation is that Tooting Bec Lido and Heron Lake have both closed for the season, meaning the only way to train is seeminlgy endless laps of a little indoor pool. If this sounds like "pool snobbery", then:
(a) count how many lengths of your local pool it would take to get close to 3.8km, or
(b) just go and try swimming in open water. It's beautiful. No lane ropes, no splashing screaming kids, no lifeguards with whistles. Instead of imperceptibly-slowly moving grandmothers there are herons and grebes for company, maybe the odd water vole scurrying away. You'll never want to go back to indoor swimming.
Add to this, I cut my foot, right over the achilles, during my last short triathlon in Sept. This stopped me from running for at least a week. Finally it has almost healed, just in time for the September cold (an unavoidable occupational hazard of working in university) to lay me low for another few days. I am fat and unfit and even the stairs to my office feel like hard work.
On the plus side I got some tri-specific bike shoes. Sidi T2's: They are stiff, light, easy to get on and off and they look like a tart's handbag in pearlescent white. What more could you want? Oh yes and I finally got confirmation that I'd finished and passed my PhD. Glad to see the back of that before we move away.
Thursday, 2 October 2008
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