In keeping with my current mood, I'm still riding a fair bit but not much else. But I have reasons. Good ones too, not something lame or soft. Honest.
Oh, you want to know what they are? Not taking my word for it?
Harsh you are. Doubter you have become.
Well, firstly I have held off on the running, despite a burgeoning desire to get out there and push things along, because I've made an appointment with a sports podiatrist to make sure I am not about to break something else if I start running full-time. The foot doc was recommended to me and they do a full bio-mechanical evaluation, which sounds great. Then a foot and leg assessment for moving forward (sorry about the pun). Then and only then will I know if running is in the future. There's no point setting my jaw and getting out there to clock up the k's to find out in six months time my opposite hip is totally stuffed (Hi Katy). Then running would be definitely goneski. So its off to the foot doc.
I can report that I've made it back into the pool. Yep, twice. Ok, so its not 10km a week, but its a start. And both times were steady, solid sessions. I do not want to rip a shoulder tendon and have that to worry about too. The top half is working fine and I'd like it to stay that way. So I've decided to swim a minimum of three times a week for now and kick it up to four as Noosa Tri approaches. Back to basics. I found that once in the pool, I missed it and enjoyed the solitude and balance of working the upper half.
Of course the bike is getting the most attention. She's needy like that. A great ride last Sunday with my crew out to the airport, Nudgee Beach, and back via the racecourse for flat-whites and tall tales. I also went looking for Katy on the way home, as she was manning a stall to promote GAP or the Greyhound Adoption Program, but my radar was on the blink and I rolled around the suburb but couldn't find the street. Ah well, she would have given me grief over the lycra camel toe anyway. And yesterday I managed a short ride by myself of 55km but kept the average at 31.7kph with some wind and hills about. I found this smoooooooth road towards the Port of Brisbane and despite the plethora of trucks, enjoyed several kms holding >40kph in full tuck. Zoom.
I'll be back here with the foot doc report and maybe some running stats if it goes well. They listened to my history and made some tall promises, so we shall see. I'm keeping my hopes in check for now.
Oh, one last thing. A mate of mine who's moved to Switzerland has met a guy who has a dream. He wants to climb (on his bike of course) 170,000metres of elevation in one year! The man is certifiable. But he has a terrific blog and webpage and it would seem can ascend like Contadour. So if you want to see some climbing prowess, visit Will's blog and his progress on the challenge.
Truly nuts.
Ciao.
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Actually, I ascend Like Contador's determined little sister - oh well.
Cheers,
That's ok Will, I've heard she can climb too!
so we're on for tuesdays and shwimz, right?
Tuesday I can do.
No floaties though Katy.
smart move on the running front ... i saw a bike today for $40 and was tempted .... someone i know won a bike but is about to move, could be a bargain .... who knows?
Toasty, $40 for a bike is a bargain. That's about what I pay for a tyre.
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