Toesting (not bread!)

Weekend update:


Friday:

75 min ride - hill repeats - 5 min reps in ascending (or is that descending gears?) - progressively bigger ratios, then

75 min run, TM - new shoe test, part 2 - easy 8 miler



Saturday:


135 min ride outside again - mostly E2. 61.1 km, including one stop at train tracks waiting for a train to lumber on through. Good news - even with the train delay I did "negative split" the ride. Bad news - at just a shade under 30km/h, there's a long way to go to Peterborough and Muskoka. More hill repeats, my good man, more hills!


The wind today was deceptive. Not overly strong, but on the return trip I was trying to find a place to hide my fingers from the wind. To top it off, my toes were so cold when I got home I couldn't feel them. Once I got in the house and got my shoes off to look at them, the blood started to flow back it, and that's when it started. The sting, the bite, the pins and needles - call it what you want. Think back to the feeling when your leg or arm "falls asleep" and the needly feeling when the blood rushes back in. Now, multiply that feeling by five. I thought I had covered up well enough for the weather, but maybe not for the wind. Stingers, for about ten minutes. So much that I was hopping around the kitchen like my foot was on fire (it felt like it was) and my wife was looking at me like I had just taken a heavy blow to the head.


Sunday:


10 mile run. Nothing fancy, just a solid steady aerobic pace. I'm feeling a tweak in the R achilles right now. Fortunately, this upcoming week is a bike/swim-focused week. Next week we'll be in the House of Mouse, and since I don't figure to get much biking in even though it'll be in the high 20's to low 30's (that's Celsius), I'm going to over-weigh the bike and swim schedule this week, and trade off with a low (nearly none, unless there are good spinners) bike, low swim, high run week next week.



Remember the classic "Slowman" quote about making bicycle weight? Goes something like "if they look at you with raised eyebrows, you're within ten pounds. If they start to whisper about AIDS or eating disorders, you're within five pounds. If they organize an intervention, you're at race weight".


I think I'm at phase one. We were out at a charity dinner with a bunch of old friends on the weekend, and I caught a few behind-the-hand whispers, as well as a couple of direct, "where's the rest of you?" questions. The intervention hasn't been planned (yet), but it could be well on the way.

Very nice, and it's only March.

Cheers.