Training Log Archive: bradc

Open Water Swim - North Third reservoir. At the limit of both confidence and technique! Tempted into a lunchtime adventure by Janine and the intrepid SNH water babies. Surprisingly warm in the water once going. Janine looked like she was born in a wetsuit and flew off into the distance like a hydrofoil; I wallowed like a sinking Clyde puffer. Had to bail to the side three or four times to calm down, and had only one near panic when I almost got into some water weed.

I think that I'd quite enjoy this if I was a better swimmer. Being able to tread water would be a serious bonus, for example...

C • You did great! 6

Since I'm now running at the Harvester this weekend (yippee), I decided that it was about time - after several weeks of sloth and pie-eating - that I reminded my legs what running hard feels like. A secondary motive was to try to mobilise my back, which has been bad since the weekend's long exploits.
Three reps felt like enough - the pinched nerve-related hot spot in my right abdomen was starting to spread during the third rep, so it was sensible to head home for some brufen and a stretch on the inversion table. It felt good to run hard. I'll be fine for the weekend.
Reps were 4:27, 4:31 and 4:34, a bit down but not too bad, considering recent idleness. TRIMP 130.9.
Update - unexpected/unmerited Strava CR on the first rep. That won't last!

No surprise to me or to anyone that my back was very sore all day today... lovely dose of DOMS, to boot.

MTB from Linn of Dee, past Derry Lodge, to start of run. Easy pace.

My old banger Rock Hopper AFS, purchased from the bike shop in Aizu-Wakamatsu, Japan, where I lived for a year in 1997, is still going strong. The forks went a decade ago but it still keeps rolling along - a bit like its owner. TRIMP 25.4.

Using the wrist-based HR sensor, so readings are a bit wonky.

Cheeky Munro bag, #275 - Beinn Mheadhoin, slap bang in the middle of the Cairngorms. 2h25 running time.

I was supposed to be away on my annual old farts motorbike weekend, but one of my geriatic co-bikers came down with a UTI (it'll be arthritis next) so I ended up with an unexpectedly free weekend. Since Beccy hadn't lined any duties up for me, I was given a last minute pass for the day, which I duly grabbed, albeit too late to try for the 4 north of Ben Alder. So off it was to the Linn of Dee to bag my last Cairngorm, the one slap bang in the middle and a git to get to from any direction.

Cycling in helped keep the time on my feet sensible, but it was still a fair old run, so I set a very easy pace. The path lower down the valley was smooth going, but things got rockier the closer I got to the hill and mins/km suffered accordingly. That said, I was pleased to be able to "run" all the way bar the steep wee pull up from Loch Etchachan. It was a warm (22C) and muggy day, so I sweated buckets, and only had my lunch at 3:30, at the top - whoops. Maybe that's partly why I was flagging a little by the time I got back to the bike. The Hoka Mafates were great, although both my foot pads were pretty hot and sore after 15km.

Nine to go!! TRIMP 300.3.

Geriatric MTB bimble back to Linn of Dee. Being wussy and tired, stopping on the very few difficult bits. TRIMP 28.4.