This weekend I had grand ambitions to get out on the bike for a decent ride. A combination of actors have been conspiring against me in recent weeks and I've been limited to turbo trainer sessions for most of the month, but I have managed to get a decent number of running miles in.
Last week, I was hit by a cold, which started on Monday as a sore throat and by Friday had developed into a full-blown lurgy with a hacking cough, sneezing and thick, green snot. For once, I took the advice that I always offer, but never heed and took it easy. That meant nothing all week, and only two, deliberately easy sessions on the turbo at the weekend.
Both sessions were planned to be at 200W on the turbo, which I stuck to. First one with African Queen playing on the laptop, the second with Lord of the Rings, The Two Towers, screening the latter for suitability for my daughter (not yet!)
Sat - RHR 58 - that shows the cold still affecting me as that's about 10bpm higher than usual.
Tacx 688 cals / A 200W / M 210W
Garmin 630 cal / 19.69mi / 95rpm / A137 / M147
Sunday
Tacx 687 cal / A200W / M 210W
Garmin 636 cal / 19.4mi /94rpm / A137 / M148
Both nice steady sessions, ideal to keep things ticking over whilst I rid myself of the cold. Garmin mileage is of course absolutely meaningless in this context. It's HR and watage that counts.
Up to Aberdeen again this evening. This time with a lightning trip to Flotta in the Orkney's on Tues/Weds then in Aberdeen for a couple of days. The Flotta trip was sprung on me last week as a stand in for someone else so I was up to my eyeballs getting stuff done in prep for the trip and amongst all the activity, forgot my HR strap. A bit of Homer Simpson moment considering 1) I have an elevated RHR and 2) I'm supposed to be following an HR limited regime at the moment.
Doh!
Monday, 31 October 2011
Friday, 28 October 2011
Sometimes it's better to just do nothing
Apart from that encouraging MAF Test on Sundsy, I've done nothing this week in terms of exercise. Other than exercise, I've been pretty much run off my feet.
I left the house for Aberdeen just before 6Am on Monday to spend three days with one client and one day with another. This also included a trip up to a gas terminal, where the Nort Sea gas pipelines land and the gas is processed before going into the National Grid to get sent to everyone's homes. One of the cool things about my job is that I get to see part of the country and vital infrastructure that people just don't routinely think about.
So what's exciting about a gas plant? Not a lot in itself, but when you think about where these things are, and what else happens there, it gets interesting. This particular site is in the North East of Scotland, right on the beach. The area is absolutely beautiful on a good day. Last time I was there in May, they had rare birds nesting on the site and it was bright sunshine. This time it was a howling gale with winds of 40mph and higher. Not the best weather for climbing 30m high gantries.
As well as the job in hand, it seemed that this week, every man and his dog also wanted a part of me to either plan upcoming assessments and jobs or to revise and re-issue reports, or to book things, or send things, or discuss things...
And then I started going down with a cold as well. Sore throat all week, then snottines.
For some reason I was uncharacteristically sensible when it came to training this time and decided not to train with a cold. Hopefully by this weekend I'll be sufficiently recovered to either get out on the bike or a couple of hours light spinning on the turbo trainer
I left the house for Aberdeen just before 6Am on Monday to spend three days with one client and one day with another. This also included a trip up to a gas terminal, where the Nort Sea gas pipelines land and the gas is processed before going into the National Grid to get sent to everyone's homes. One of the cool things about my job is that I get to see part of the country and vital infrastructure that people just don't routinely think about.
So what's exciting about a gas plant? Not a lot in itself, but when you think about where these things are, and what else happens there, it gets interesting. This particular site is in the North East of Scotland, right on the beach. The area is absolutely beautiful on a good day. Last time I was there in May, they had rare birds nesting on the site and it was bright sunshine. This time it was a howling gale with winds of 40mph and higher. Not the best weather for climbing 30m high gantries.
As well as the job in hand, it seemed that this week, every man and his dog also wanted a part of me to either plan upcoming assessments and jobs or to revise and re-issue reports, or to book things, or send things, or discuss things...
And then I started going down with a cold as well. Sore throat all week, then snottines.
For some reason I was uncharacteristically sensible when it came to training this time and decided not to train with a cold. Hopefully by this weekend I'll be sufficiently recovered to either get out on the bike or a couple of hours light spinning on the turbo trainer
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