I’m behind. As a result, I think I’m panicking a bit. It’s the beginning of December in a couple of days from now, and I feel like my winter training has only just begun. There’s a reason for that. It has.
My regular reader will remember that I went off-grid for almost all of September and October. My 2011 racing season actually came good while I was away, but the European Masters Games track in Lignano really did for my achilles tendons. Several other athletes report the same thing. It was like concrete, and no was suitable for a major event like that. I learned a lot about collagen. Specifically, how slowly it repairs. And I guess that the month I spent after the EMG, riding my motorbike and lugging cameras around the mountains didn’t really serve as recovery time.
Consequently, by the time I’d returned home, settled back into my new routine enough to start training again, and begun working hard enough to make a difference but not hurt my heels any further, I’m imagining that most of those I will race against next season were much further into their stride, as it were.
New routine? Yeah, now that I’m not working, except in a voluntary capacity, I have time on my hands, in theory. I wish it felt like it at the moment, though. What I am managing to do is to keep to my training routine pretty well. Gone are the days when the demands of a full time job meant skipped or skimped sessions, days lost from being just too damned worn out, physically or mentally, to be able to bother, and so on.
I never did kid myself, however, that, having left work (I can’t bring myself to use the word “retired”) I’d be able to train every day, crank out great big long sessions, and all that stuff. Currently, I’m content with being able to relax a bit before taking on a session, being able to do the session at a decent pace and quality, and in full, and then to be able to rest up properly afterwards. As I reminded someone recently, It isn’t actually the training that gets you fit, it’s the process of adaptation that takes place after each training session.
As a runner, I need to confess something unusual. I actually hate running. Let me qualify that. I actually hate running any great distance, and I loathe cross-country running with a deep and lifelong hatred! I’ve done my share of both. I had a spell in my 30s when a long-term injury prevented any sort of sprinting and sprint training. I regularly ran 10ks and half marathons. And hated it. I’d hoped to add a photo of me suffering in a half marathon in 1986. I’ve mislaid it for now. It’ll turn up.
Without divulging secrets, most of my training currently revolves around a core of strength, agility, and leg-speed training. I do the boring stuff, like stamina and cardio work, of course. I wish I could bring myself to enjoy it, though. I’m happy enough to enjoy my own company while training, and not to be bothered by how good (or bad) a session companions might be having. I’m also imaginative enough to devise sufficient variety in my routines to stop me getting stale, and I’m good at stealing great ideas from other people. Perversely, living more than 20 miles away from the nearest decent track, and within walking distance of my gym, means that I never have the excuse of bad weather to avoid doing some sort of decent session, too.
I’m feeling a bit like a kid in the back of the car, asking “Are we nearly there yet?” The answer seems at present to be “Nowhere near”. The more difficult question is “Are we having fun yet?”
Two “By the way” bits to close: in keeping with tradition, the title of this blog is a song title. By the wonderful Martin Carthy.) And the first draft of the web site covering the big Dolomites project mentioned back before my Big Adventure is now on line. You can find it here.