After a few weeks of making the most of the lockdown situation I have run out of steam.
This weekend I should have been in the Keilder Forest - cancelled. Nothing to train for
In 6 weeks I should have been in Scotland - cancelled. Nothing to train for
In July a race I have been meaning to register for - for years... I could go on... (not cancelled yet but good luck with that).
The 3 Peaks Cyclo-cross - who knows?
It's not that I only ride my bike to train though. I just haven't felt like riding my bike this week (since Monday). It's like I needed a massive rest.
I read a Twitter thread last night on the interpretation of the Government guidance which states, "If you *need* to go out for exercise". I have happily concluded that, this week, I did not "need" to go out for exercise. In fact I felt relief that the article gave me an excuse to have been a lazy bastard all week. (not lazy, I've done a ton of work).
I have not been sleeping terribly. I admit, I have not been sleeping well. About the only thing I miss about exercise is the desperate *need* to go to bed, the, "I'm gonna be asleep by the time my head hits the pillow" kind of tired. Instead, I lie in bed looking at the insides if my eyelids and turn over at least 3 times before actually going to sleep - whilst TSK (still riding his bike) is dead to the world next to me.
I tried, on Tuesday night, to get motivated - remembering the list of events to come (tentative or not). It worked briefly and then was forgotten about. The sun has remained out all week and my bike is running perfectly. Even my knee pain is gone but still, motivation remains illusive. The only thing that motivates me is a nice long ride.
I have plotted long routes out to the Welsh coast and back and thought a lot about adventures to come but I can't execute them. Right now I could murder an Audax or a weekend in the Lakes... even a weekend riding to the Lakes.
Today it is the weekend and I have no excuses left. I am tempted to go further afield to finally sate my desire to pop over the hill but "over the hill" lies a tourist hotspot and so I remain tempted not to become part of the problem. The other temptation is to do laps of my own valley to get my long ride in. It sits well within my personal rules but I'm not sure I can take it. What irks me more is I'm not sure I even want to.
My strength exercises have taken on a renewed level of fresh as I've had to adapt them to my sore knee, reverting more to yoga and less reliance on weights. I can do them in my loft or in the back garden and man alive(!) I can feel the difference. I have often thought I'd do quite well in solitary confinement. This is my time. That said, I've had no motivation to do those either - finally making it out the door on Thursday evening for one quick session in the garden.
On Monday when I went out for my last ride, I passed an old Triathlete friend - now rocking the 75s category in the worlds. He was running well (for a 75 year old). He wouldn't appreciate that as he has the brain of a 24 year old. All his races have been cancelled this year. As a newcomer to his age category he'd finally qualified again after a few years coming last in the 70's category. His aim is, "to come out of this stronger".
Last time I ran I caused my knee problems... but then I took on too much.
So maybe I'll move my focus this week. Stop being work-driven and start being more Al. If I can't be more Mike, I might as well be more Al.
I'll go and get my bike out.
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