Tri Beastin it

Saturday 1500m swim & 2hr turbo session on the bike
Sunday 16km run with fast intervals
Monday First brick session ie beast 1 hour turbo session and then a 35 min run
Tuesday about 2000m of swimming and then about 10km run
Wednesday 1hour bike session
Thursday hard hilly run for an hour
Friday 300m warm up and then a 1500m Time Trial swim... 42 mins. Could have gone faster and have to hit low 30s. Need to find more races too

Suffice to say this is a beasting. I east ALL the time. Use Musclemax protein drinks, Isostar drinks to try and recover but my body has no clue what is going on. Permanently tired and sore...

Next week is mostly running! Which I think is my worst discipline. But it is addictive...

Moon Sickness

I had a cold so no training this weekend. Have not done anything since Wednesday after a beast run during my lunch hour.

Spent the weekend in bed and in the evening taking advantage of the clear night. Trying to get photos of the moon. Gibbon. Small but my lens does not have too much of a zoom. I also used my polarising filter. I spent the weekend also working out the aperture, shutter, manual priority controls. What

Tired

Ran Tuesday
Swam Wednesday
Ran Friday
Swam Saurday about 800 metres
Ran further on Sunday
Swimming tonight




Missing bike training but that will happen at the weekend. Running is easy, I can run a good 45 mins to 1 hour without much thought. It is tiring this... i may have a cold but i may be tired. Chlorine in the water gives me bad sinuses so I need to find another pool... its the non stop exercising and thinking about when I can fit time in. Plus sit ups and push ups every day to every second day. I am not eating chips or crisps, I am not drinking during the week and at weekends I am boring and not drinking much either....

Just need to fit in skiing holidays

TRI TRAINING

I started last night. I ran in the forest here in Flensburg, Germany, with my head torch on. It is frightening, listening to a band called M83.... whoah... then see something reflecting... eyes... whose eyes? Cat? Dog? Wolf? Bear? Do they have wolves or bears here??? GROWLLL.. argghhh... walk up to it... it is still... looks like a wolf...

hear a voice, German... figure has stopped. What do I do know? swear... if in doubt swear. Say I can only speak English, the shape... a German Sheperd dog... and a German voice stating, she is not scary.. i am thinking.... YEAH RIGHT! then there is a second dog... i just notice as it runs "towards" me...

i am going swimming at the indoor pool tonight at the hotel

Edam bourg: Scott Land vs Franz

So Scotland lost, gutted. I had not been to Murrayfield since I was a schoolboy, like 15 years ago. An amazing weekend. Saturday was good. Sunday was better. The French supporters were hilarious, wearing "kilts" singing their songs, beating their drums. I was just proud to be a Scot singing the nationa anthem again. Sitting drinking beer talking "French"... It was a forward pass... maybe.. i was busy fannying as usual.

Then out for dinner in the evening after much looking around and walking for hours from Murrayfield up to the Castle

The Verb he air

The first real weekend of skiing for me... I was pretty apprehensive having just come off the back of a knee injury which put me out of action from October. I had been running and riding a few times towards the end of November and in December. It was pretty low impact. Carrying a few extra kgs... I had been to the MK snowdome perfecting my air... and learning rails in January, so I knew from that I could ski. After crashing off the rails a few times and twisting my knee with no major ill effects.

We met on the Saturday morning as Ash turned up the trailAddiction bus with Doug and Ali, clearly already having tantrums at each other. Amusing from my view point, pretty much how the weekend went, awesome to laugh so much and do the best sport in the world.

Carrying those extra kay jeez pretty much stopped me getting up any of the back country boot packs at any speed. Plus all my gear. So Doug, Ali , Ash cane it off whilst I slowly plod up the mountains. We were at 3000m. We hit Stairway to Heaven, which I renamed Stairway to Hell. Then blasted down the pitches there. Snow was ok.



Then we hit the slopes for a bit. Had some lunch, saw some good looking girls eating. Then discovered the Super Bowl. A couloir at around 40 degrees then a nice bootpack. BEASTED. But we hit the powder, it was awesome. Nice and fast turns, I think 2 long fast turns for me.... Then we mis navigated back off the hill. I was already beasted and we had to get back up and then do a long traverse. SORE. Plus exposed. Then me fannying around the slope back. We then had fun with some kid jumping the queue.

Ash booked a good cheap hotel... nice.. good food too. Hit the bars that night, watched a fight. Drank beer. Vitamin B tablets

Woke up the next morning and we saw She Man. Lovely. Skied Sunday, which was good, more chilled than the previous day, with my dead legs trying to ski a mogul field, I gave up and let the lads do it. Skied in the afternoon. Finally went to the bar, worked out it is possible for a woman to look good after kids.