On the positive side, I didn’t skip today’s ride.
But boy, did I feel like it. I got my kit out early – talking maybe 11am early. But it took me till 18:15 to actually get on the bike.
Not helped by the cold and the wind (which blew away my kids trampoline down the garden, smashing up the shed and apple tree, but that’s a different story), I was hardly in the mood to take the flat back wheel off my still filthy bike, and hook it up to the turbo. Even less so to get undressed from my relatively warm layers of clothing and into my bib shorts and still damp heart rate strap.
But I did.
From the off, I was feeling it today. Perhaps I should have chosen an easier ride. A sweet spot session isn’t exactly a recovery ride, and this week with three outdoor rides (and a walk home thrown in for free) my legs felt like they’d already done enough hard work.
Bit late for that though.
Off I went, and that first interval hurt. Regret. Deep seated regret. Could I make it through the full 50 minutes?
Well, spoiler alert: I did.
Though it’s got me thinking. What do I want to do tomorrow?
Outdoor riding is off the cards. I’m out with a puncture, and besides, it’s bloody freezing. I mean, it might actually be too icy to safely ride outdoors tomorrow. God knows it’s been slippery enough with just wet leaves.
So what will it be? A Norseman ride? Or a SST session at a much lower intensity?
I honestly don’t know. I haven’t done my weekly Norseman ride this time around, but I have done some hard sessions – perhaps harder TSS-wise than the Norseman would have been. I certainly am feeling it.
Perhaps a low intensity but slightly longer ride would be best. 1.5 hour at 150w? I don’t know.
Still, there’s a good few hours between now and tomorrow morning to have a think. Not that I will. I shall most definitely almost positively forget until 2 minutes before I am due to clip in.
You can’t hear it, but I’m deeply exhaling… exhaustion is kicking in. Stress. Tiredness. Oh woe is me.
