Nothing like that this time around, because Origin of Trails is just a stepping stone to 2017’s challenges. In fact, week 11 upped the ante, even allowing for week 10 being about recovery.
The first ride of the week was six-minute climbs with low cadence in a big gear. Five of them. This may not seem like a lot, but those repeats start to bite after a while. Oh, and it was windy.
Deadlifts (with decent weight) were top billing for Wednesday’s gym session. One might think that these are working one’s quads, which they do up to a point, but if they’re done properly it’s the hamstrings that do the work.
The wind was pumping on Thursday. Theoretically, I could have joined the Table Mountain Bikers (TMB) night ride. Apart from the fact that I needed to do an easy spin for 90 minutes, I wanted to ride at 5.00pm, rather than 6.30pm. I headed in the direction of Signal Hill, where I managed to find a few relatively protected tracks. Meanwhile, banter was flying thick and fast on the TMB WhatsApp group, where convener Robert Vogel wasn’t finding many takers. Undaunted by the wind, he did a solo ride to the Blockhouse, where he posted a picture of the sunset, declaring the conditions “not too bad”. It wasn’t long before the banter was inviting him to post a group picture.
Six of those, in zone four heart rate, off you go!
All of my previous pukka training sessions have been solo. It made a very pleasant change having Piet join me for the intervals.
I had to do three hours on Sunday, but forgot the high cadence part of the instructions and probably rode it harder than intended. I started in the wind, which moderated as I turned the corner into Newlands, and then dropped as I turned for home in the Constantia greenbelt. Without pushing for them, I notched a few new Strava PRs, which is always satisfying.
Based upon my current experience of riding 60 to 75km in a day, a cheery “onwards and upwards” is feeling like a realistic summation of where I am in my training. However, 80 to 100km is going to have to become the new normal, and I suspect that I may feel differently about where I am when that jump first gets made.
Some of the fun to be had in my ‘hood