Training Log Archive: blairtrewin

Once again, 30-40 minutes seems to be an upper limit for my calves/Achilles at the moment. Getting out for this is better than nothing but still well short of what I'd want to be doing. Did feel at least half-reasonably for as long as that part of the body held up.

Not the most convincing of efforts, but at least I managed to get out for something which bore a vague passing resemblance to a run without completely falling apart. Achilles still not brilliant - next physio session on Monday can't come soon enough. More pleasant conditions than has been the case through the week.

Having a weekend day at home did provide the opportunity to get some things done (albeit not as many as I had intended), as well as spend some Christmas book vouchers...

Still struggling. This is getting frustrating.

Felt a bit less drained after a decent night's sleep but stiff and tight all over, and took to the water. The best that can be said for this session is that it would be good training for a challenge mentioned elsewhere on AP, given that the objective of that challenge is to come last - a feeling discreetly indulged in towards the end of the season by supporters of underperforming AFL teams, and more openly in the NFL where a few years back fans urged their teams to "suck for Luck" (next year's version is apparently "tanking for Trevor"). Both calves got tight towards the end, not something I'd expect of a swim.

Glad I'm not in Wagga though.

I was not previously aware that a potato cannon was a thing. Subsequent discussion suggests this may simply reflect the fact that I didn't spend much of my childhood around farms or quasi-farms (although it still seems a rather strange weapon to use for a drive-by shooting).

At least this was a run, although it felt like something of a struggle for much of the way. At its best in the middle running along the bottom of the Darebin Creek valley on the track on the far side you get to on the stepping stones (perhaps because it was cooler in the bottom of the valley). Not really any injury problems, but definitely still getting used to the humidity again.

Felt pretty drained after riding home tonight; hope this isn't indicative of anything other than perhaps some lingering jet lag.

So what random body part is going to act up post-flight this time? Your answer, for 10 points, is the right hamstring. Felt better once I'd ridden into work so will try again tomorrow. Fairly sticky, but at least it wasn't Tarcoola (49.0) or Port Augusta (48.9).

The evening session was a rather unusual one - I thought I'd booked for 8am but there had been a stuff-up somewhere, and by the time I got the reminder text the 8am class was full. My shoulders were pretty sore and stiff in the exercises which worked them - probably another product of the flight - but otherwise this was reasonably standard.

It was our line's turn to have a meltdown tonight - glad I was riding. I thought something funny was going on when I saw 15-20 people standing, mostly on their phones, outside the Clifton Hill Maccas, then rode a bit further and saw the line for buses stretching from the station almost back to High Street. There was also a steady stream of people walking along Heidelberg Road, having worked out (correctly) that the 30-60 minutes it would take them to walk from Clifton Hill to Dennis/Fairfield/Alphington was less than they'd have to wait for a bus.

It may have gone smoothly up to Sydney but the last leg was rather less so; after 20 minutes doing laps of Mount Buller, I spotted that the flight track had switched to Canberra as a destination. Given the good flying level, I was thinking of possible scenarios as to why Melbourne Airport might have been closed, of which the one which actually happened (a fire alarm in the control tower) was amongst the less unpleasant. By the time we landed in Canberra, Melbourne was open again so we got going quickly after refuelling, and ended up getting in around 2 1/2 hours late.

After a not-especially-productive afternoon at work (at least I cleared my in-box and crunched enough numbers to ascertain that even if the second half of the Australian summer is average the summer will still be the hottest on record), a crowded, delayed, train trip (what holidays?), and the walk home from the station with my gear in 38 degrees, it was time to do a bit of exercise, if only in the hope of keeping myself awake a bit longer. With some apprehension about its crowdedness, I headed for Northcote pool.

It was busy, but manageably so - found a bit of space once far enough away from the edges. I might be below the 10th percentile of the age distribution at some Summer Series events but I was definitely above the 90th percentile here - mostly teenagers and near-teenagers, but also a few of the demographic whose conversation contained words like "startup" and "investment groups". The session itself wasn't super-energetic, but pleased to get it on the board.

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