Well, it didn’t really happen for me did it. Congratulations, and major respect, to everyone that did complete it – and hey, respect to everyone that even entered and did a little turn with it. I’ll be back on board for Janathon hopefully.
Unlike Janathon, I only half heartedly entered Juneathon this time round. I knew I wouldn’t be able to complete it due to Glastonbury (which was excellent by the way), and I wasn’t planning on running everyday, rather hoping to use it to cycle and swim more often.
Then a little thing called life got in the way. Things seem to be progressing nicely at the moment (I’m sure they’ll be a spanner in the works shortly), but we’ve had an offer accepted on a house and thus that has taken a lot of time to organise stuff for when I would have much rather have been out training.
The Great London Swim
On Friday night I found myself strangely nervous. The kind of nerves that used to hit me when I first entered running races. Loads of questions running through my mind like Would I finish? Will I be last? etc… On Thursday night I’d gone to Redricks and managed to swim 2 complete laps, not suffering any of the breathing problems I’d been struggling with up to now.
And so Saturday morning I found myself in a wetsuit and a bright Orange swim hat at the start of the Great London Swim. It really was a fantastically organised event, everything went very smoothly, and I had no problems once in the water.
I had hoped to sneak under the 40 minute timer, but unfortunately came in a few seconds over 45 minutes. On the back of this I’ve decided I really do need to get along to a local tri club to try and help develop my swimming. I’m happy I can do the distance for my triathlon now, I just need to pick up some speed from somewhere. Judging by the Great Swim time, I’d do the swim part of the triathlon in about 21m 30s, so I’d be hoping with some speed work I might be able to go sub 20.
The only downside of the day was that towards the end I managed to catch up with a group of 5 swimmers who seemed to have very poor sighting, and I kept banging into them. Just as I was approaching the finish one just stopped right in front of me. My left calf seized up and I thought it was just cramp, but I couldn’t get it to wear off. Sitting here 2 days on and my left calf is still in agony – not sure what I’ve done but it doesn’t seem good – even worse when this was my major return to running to start preparing for Liverpool Marathon and to try and get some speed into my legs for the triathlon. I guess I’ll have to watch this space to see what happens.
The (Nearly) 100 Mile Bike Ride
So Sunday morning I met up with my father-in-law for a bike ride. I’d just found out that the Fairlands Valley Spartans Challenge Race I’d entered clashed with the weekend of the Dunwich Dynamos and so had resigned myself to the idea of no more (majorly) long rides. When asking how far we were going, 90 miles wasn’t the reply I was expecting. Ah well, see how I get on I thought – especially having ridden the 4.5 miles over to his house to start with.
Things started well and the 1st 30 miles or so went very quickly. At around 30 miles though my left knee started to give me some pain. I was thinking if it got no worse I’d easily be able to continue and was quite relieved to stop at Grafham Water for a sandwich, cake and coffee. Upon leaving though my knee started giving me some major grief, and after about another 10 miles I had to concede defeat to my father-in-law to say I’d continue but I’d probably have to slow right down (in his mind I was probably going at snail pace anyway). Another 10 miles or so further in, I completely conceded defeat saying we’d have to find a shortcut home, or I could sit in the pub all afternoon while he cycled home and then later collected me.
I don’t think he was up for the leaving me in the pub without him option, so we cycled to the nearest train station – which seemed to be mainly uphill and another 7 miles away. Finding out the trains only went once an hour to my little village I had to get off one stop early and cycle the 3 miles from there.
So all in all I think I managed just short of 80 miles in total, although admittedly those from about 55 miles onwards were freewheeling were possible and incredibly slow. On the bright side I do appear to have taught my father-in-law how to fall of his bike. Just after Grafham Water I did catch him having a little sleep in the road much to the amusement of the workman sorting out some utility pipes.
So this week was meant to be the week I was going to push on with doing some serious speed work in preparation for the final countdown to my triathlon. I’m confident I can do the distance for all disciplines, but I’m not confident I’m going to be particularly fast. But as with all great laid plans a problem arises and this appears to be my left calf (my left knee is still a slight pain but I think this will pretty much clear up in the next day or 2). As far as the calf muscle is concerned, I think I’ll attempt to go swimming tomorrow to see if it loosens anything off – if not a week of rest might be in order.