After Saturdays rest day, I set off on the bike again on Sunday. Pleasant enough to start with, but by the time I reached Meon Shore thunder was rolling around over the Isle of Wight and over Southampton. Sure enough, by the time I’d reached Stubbington it was spitting with rain, and before I could make it to Tichfield the heavens opened. After a couple of lightning flashes and cracks of thunder scarily close for comfort, I sprinted into Tichfied Village and took refuge under the porch of the Coach & Horses. Thank heaven for pubs, I say. Discretion being the better part of valour, I waited a good 20 mins or so before making a bolt for home. Totally drenched with only 15 miles or so clocked up, but I had managed some speedwork!
On Monday I tried running again. Still 2 mins run, 2 mins walk, etc, not very far, not very fast and woefully out of condition, but the back seemed OK.
Decided I needed to work on the running, so had another bash today (Tues). Went a bit further, but still found it really tough….. and now my back is giving me a fair bit of discomfort. Looks like I’ll be sticking to the bike for the forseeable future.

Training was impacted by work demands and a puncture on Thursday last week, but I made up for it on Sunday, just under four hours in the saddle and I’m only three miles short of my plan.

Much better this week with the usual mix of cross training, running and cycling. I even managed a double dose of cycling today, twenty at the crack of dawn and ten at four thirty. Although arriving caked in mud and dripping all over the kitchen, the Mrs nearly discharged the shotgun, I managed to mitigate the prospect of conflict by returning to my garden bench, the rain did the rest.

Off to do some dry training now on me Mate’s Wii.