Back in the swing of things. Kinda.

Training - 1 pilates class. Result: sore.

Training - leg strengthening exercises. Result: sore and stiff.

Training - 2 runs. Result: sore and out of breath.

Training - 2 swims. Result: sore and distinct feeling of un-fitness (not even a word for it!)

This isn't easy.  I never expected it to be. I knew it would be hard work to get back
into shape. Race-ready shape (whatever that means). But my body is sore.

I knew it would would be sore. But it is almost the fear of stepping out of bed each morning and worrying about, not how sore will you be, but more how much of you is sore.

My swimming wasn't pretty; my cycling non-existent and my running...well I managed to keep running.  So that's something at least.

But it is a week when I managed to get more done than almost in total the previous month.  So at least that's something. I didn't try to kill myself.  And I'm back into the swing of things.  Kinda.

Now to string a few good weeks together...

Onwards and upwards. Or else!

It's been a while since on here and my blog procrastination has not been alone. The swimming was going well. The cycling was okay if only due to the commute to work and the running,  well the running just hasn't happened.

While due to other commitments over the past 6 weeks have reduced my time to train - I hate hearing myself make excuses - things are now reaching a crucial point in the season.

I did a nice bit of work over the winter but that may be all but gone. I really have to get my ass in gear. The sun (!) is up earlier and it is finally warmer.  So it is time to get back into shape for the season.  And properly push on.

5 national series races is the target with solid performances throughout. (I think it's too early in my career to take a podium position just yet.)

I may have less time to train than last year.  I just have to use my time more cleverly,  stop making excuses and get off my arse.

As they say actions speak louder than words.  So with pilates on Thursday and swimming on Friday morning,  its a start in the right direction.  We'll take it one week at a time. And hopefully it will mostly be upwards.

Is the off season a chance to move backwards or forwards?

So the off season has begun.  And not without a little trepidation. There was me thinking that the off season meant kicking back and munching on Tayto’s in front of a fire with a pint of Guinness in my hand. My bad!

Apparently the off season simply means training continues, maybe not as intensively (but I can’t say I trained too intensively during the season anyway) but with no races to break up the monotony.  However, rather than put a realistic training plan together, I have actually spent more time creating a completely unrealistic wish list. What gadget will shave 4 seconds off my run, what helmet/bike/wheel (delete as relevant) will increase my speed from slow to slight less slow?

But worst of all is that the mornings have closed in and it is dark now when I hop on the train to go swimming twice a week. While there will be a bit of a let up on this in a month’s time, it is an easy excuse to use to simply turn over and reset the alarm for a Godly hour! While I have my targets written now for 2013, I am still not 100% sure quite how I will get there. Swimming was the focus for 2012.  The key benefit was a better understanding of the mechanics of a swim stroke – as complex as a golf swing as far as I’m concerned – and while I can’t yet properly auto-correct, and am getting advice on a weekly basis, I know that I am improving, getting more efficient and ultimately getting faster.

So with that in mind, I think running has to be the focus for 2013 and I have signed up for a chi running course with Irish distance legend Catherina McKiernan.

However, running has always been the one tri discipline that I have avoided when it comes to training.  Having ruptured my Achilles tendon more than 10 years ago, I have always been a reluctant runner. And in a previous life I never raced more than 110 metres, and two warm up laps of any pitch or track filled me with dread.  So a few years ago, any thoughts of taking on a triathlon with a 5km, 10km, let alone 21.1km run always cast a shadow over any race.  PBs of approx 22, 49 and 119 minutes respectively are testament to that shadow. Never sure to push, never sure to trust my ability. And ultimately getting passed by so many on the run to be almost demotivating.

So, much as our swimming training has gone back to basics, I am hoping that the chi running course will do likewise and I will get a better understanding of my running mechanics and how to improve them. Then, I might hope to be able to compete, rather than simply finish, one or two triathlons next year.

Catherina, it's over to you.

Back in the zone. I think.

I am back in the zone. For now at least.

In the last two weeks I have managed five swims, have also struggled out on the bike twice and huffed and puffed for a thirty minute run.   Now nothing will be put down in the records for the distances covered but at least it's a start and it’s great to be back.  But fitting training in as a new Dad is going to take some getting used to.

After Fingal tri at the end of May, and the arrival of my gorgeous daughter, Eve, I had given myself June 'off' with the idea of getting back training in July, and no races booked in until the club championship race at Caroline Kearney in August.

I got back into training a bit sooner than expected at the end of June, but it was definitely a struggle. While I was getting more sleep than expected, the increased tempo of the mid-season swimming sessions took their toll. 

Having said that, the swimming sessions has been the easier part of training. The early mornings, when Alice and Eve are both asleep, provide the ideal time to sneak out to the pool.  The running and cycling conundrums have yet to be resolved.  Evenings of nappies, feeds and cuddles don’t allow much time for either. Not that I’m complaining.

So timing is of the essence.  The lunch time run is being explored.  Commuting to work on the bike and extended routes on the way home are being mapped out (but in this weather, seriously?).

So a few weeks back into training and I’m feeling much the better for it. So while I try to get training done before and during work, the next focus will be on races to up my fitness levels.  Time to up the ante, identify a few races between now and Caroline Kearney.

In the meantime I’m back in the zone. For now at least. Or until my daughter Eve lets me know otherwise.

How elusive is the search for progress?

Progress is relative. Progress is subjective. But the infrequent times I have managed to maintain some forms of training, progress is hard to find.

The ongoing chase for that elusive ' race fitness' continues. And one that is made all the more prescient as suddenly the full triathlon season is upon us.

Due to this errant approach to training lethargy sets in more easily. More easy to turn over than answer the early morning alarm. More easy to hit the couch than the track. And yet there is the yearning to progress. More than three months now in the pool, and several in the original beginners have, rightfully, been promoted to the intermediate lane. I, though, stalled. I have led the beginners lane on a number of days, but progress seemed to elude me. 

I pressed on session after session, drill after drill. And while my fitness and stamina appeared, at least on a superficial level, to have improved, I really didn't know if I was making progress.

Progress is more than simply an indication of improvement, it is a motivation. A reward for the hard work put in, and a way to move forward. But training wasn't giving me that. Mild frustrations set in. As much at myself for missing training through laziness, fatigue and illness. But frustrations nonetheless.

And as the season arrives, the lack of progress gets amplified. So having asked our coach, Lee, for a few tips on how to improve I had my next step towards progress. I hoped.  But quite how I progressed surprised me. Next training was on Bank holiday Tuesday. I arrived at the pool more out of habit than eagerness. I sought to put Lee's suggestions into play. 

Eight lengths later I was in the intermediate lane. Progress. Made. Motivation restored.

Progress is relative. I am now in the intermediate swimming lane. Progress is subjective.  I believe I can keep improving.

Roll on the season and the first triathlon in two weeks time.

Feeling the blues

I’m staring at my screen and I’m feeling blue.  Having had a two week sabbatical from training, I threw myself back into the mix over the weekend.  Swimming on Saturday and cycling on Sunday – more about that anon – but today, a doctor’s appointment has led to an enforced two-week swim and run abstention.  I’m not a happy bunny!

Having had the two weeks off, I intended approaching training gingerly and not go too hard from the off. Yea right!  In the pool it was arm drill after arm drill after arm drill.  The energy was sapped out of me at an alarming rate! Or maybe I was just doing them incorrectly! Either way, half way through our session I had to slow things down – for a few minutes at least to get some of my breath back.  But the post-training buzz had me in a good mood and delighted to be back in the pool. 

The Saturday couch recovery session, of course, never happened.

For Sunday morning’s club cycle one of the guys (Gav Duffy) set a daunting challenge to ascend and descend Howth Head (from the cemetery) ten times.  Yes, you didn’t mis-read that. 10 times. Why you ask? Well apparently April 1^st is known as the Sufferlandrian Day of Suffering. Lucky us!

The challenge was open to those at all levels, so as part of the beginners group, the challenge was set slightly lower with the aim to reach at least three ascents, and if possible four.

The climb in total was a mere 4.8kms.  A climb I have done on a good number of occasions, but never at this level. Now while that distance does not seem like much, it is a deceptive climb that offers small bouts of respite before challenging you again and again with another incline.  And as the sun’s heat increased during the ride out to Sutton, the intensity of the challenge increased.

The group started together. Beginners, intermediate and advanced all as one. That didn’t last long!  The group was quickly strung out. Each to their own; each to face the hill each time in almost total isolation.  Pick a target in front of you and keep pedalling. And don’t get lapped. Too often.

“That wasn’t too bad,” I thought after reaching the summit for the first time, “ten doesn’t seem so unattainable.”  Ah, the thoughts of the innocent. The beginners group agreed to re-group after three laps.  Everyone was still in good shape.  “Let’s go for two more,” it was suggested. That seemed attainable. Just.

The fourth time up quickly became tougher than the previous three put together.  And number five just plain hurt.  All the while being lapped for at least the second time by the advanced crew. There is a lot to learn yet.

Unless I’d been offered a large sum of money I would have been able to face the climb for even another 50 metres. Howth had beaten me. This time.

Needless to say Sunday’s recovery was much more couch based, but with an increased sense of achievement. Roll on Tuesday morning swimming.

That is until this morning.  A meeting with a dermatologist, the removal of a mole (on the bottom of my foot), three stitches later and I was put on, as they stay in US sports, the disabled list. Despite my best efforts to assure the nurse that I’d look after myself, she was having none of it. 

No swimming or running until the stitches are removed. No training for two weeks. Now that plan sucks! Just back into training and I now have to forego another eight training sessions. 

While that might be a welcome break during the season, now is not that time for me. Sure is it any wonder I’m feeling blue!