Swindon is a long way away. In order to break up the Journey I stayed at my brother-in-laws in London. The 90 minute drive up the M4 in near Arctic conditions was not the ideal preparation for a race but then neither was the Chicken Balti and 2 pints of Cobra. Hey, I'd already qualified, yeah?
And there lays the problem. I was suffering from a post-qualification hangover. Nothing left to aim at, motivation had dried up and I'd picked up a ligament niggle in my ankle.
I arrived at the race, snow on the ground dressed to impress. Dressed to race in the cold anyway.
I was armed with a plan to run below a specific heart rate and had set alarms on my HRM top trigger if I ran too hard. The best laid plans ......... the visual alarm was on but the audible alarm was off.
The bike was the same old. Flying past many of the fast runners and then some lapped competitors. It was a 5 lap course ....... or was it 4? After coming out of T2 in first place I bid a quick retreat, put the bike shoes back on and headed out for the final lap. My complexion must have matched my race kit due to embarrassment rather than exertion.
The final run wasn't much fun as I couldn't raise my heart rate or my game. I had started to skip many of the run sessions in training to try and let my ankle recover.
Time to head home and rest the glass feet for next weeks National Championships at Milton Keynes.
Swindon Results
And there lays the problem. I was suffering from a post-qualification hangover. Nothing left to aim at, motivation had dried up and I'd picked up a ligament niggle in my ankle.
I arrived at the race, snow on the ground dressed to impress. Dressed to race in the cold anyway.
I was armed with a plan to run below a specific heart rate and had set alarms on my HRM top trigger if I ran too hard. The best laid plans ......... the visual alarm was on but the audible alarm was off.
The bike was the same old. Flying past many of the fast runners and then some lapped competitors. It was a 5 lap course ....... or was it 4? After coming out of T2 in first place I bid a quick retreat, put the bike shoes back on and headed out for the final lap. My complexion must have matched my race kit due to embarrassment rather than exertion.
The final run wasn't much fun as I couldn't raise my heart rate or my game. I had started to skip many of the run sessions in training to try and let my ankle recover.
Time to head home and rest the glass feet for next weeks National Championships at Milton Keynes.
Swindon Results
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