What a day ...
Rode to work today. Work for me has recently moved from Wellington to Petone (for the next few months at least) so that means I can ride to work. Well I could ride to work in Wellinton too - it's only 35K from home to where I was working in Wellington, but there's quite a bit of riding along the motorway involved and I really never feel all that safe. It's not really a particularly bad piece of road, but of course 'cos I'm riding to work I'm riding in rush hour traffic. Going to Petone I don't have to deal with the motorway at all, which makes the prospect of riding there much more appealing.
As an added bonus, it is a 16.5K ride which is less than 2K shorter than the race distance. So I figure if I can ride to work and back three days a week on average that should help me heaps towards the cycle leg of the tri.
Had a good ride both there and back. Interesting the homeward ride felt much quicker than the outward one. I was quite puzzled by this on the way home, thinking that it seemed odd that it felt like a quicker ride given that the homeward ride is sort of uphill-ish. Very very gently uphill. If you were walking it you would probably think it was flat. But it is very gently uphill and I have always found that noticable on the bike. Anyway, it turns out that my feelings were completely wrong. The homeward ride took 20 minutes longer than the outward one, which pretty much fits with what I expected.
The good part of the homeward ride was the tail end. Rode up Glenn Road as normal, except that right at the end my legs ran out of go. Just went completely rubbery. So I stopped and walked for about 50 meters before hopping on the bike again. But it was when I stopped and walked for a bit that I noticed something that I hadn't picked up while I was riding. I wasn't puffed! In fact I wasn't even breathing hard. The whole 50 meters of walking was just to give my legs a rest... my lungs were fine. This was a surprise as I am usually puffing away like an old train on this last leg. So when I hopped back on the bike I was conscious of my breathing. I rode all the rest of the way home (up Tawhai St no less) without stopping, and at the end of that I still wasn't puffing. I was definitely breathing a bit harder, but not puffing or gasping. PROGRESS!!
Anyway, got home... a quick 15 minute turnaround to get changed and I was off to the pool.
My first brick training ... well ... perhaps. The Hutt Valley Tri does go from bike to swim, so I guess that worked out well. I imagine a normal brick doesn't have 15 minutes of mucking about in the middle, but it will do for the time being.
Down to the pool ... I only swam 300 meters, but since that is the Tri distance I am happy with that. The thing I am really happy with is that even though I was just off the bike, I was able to swim the whole thing Freestyle with no rest lengths of breaststroke ... just a 30 second break after every two lengths (it's only a 25 meter pool) The swimming went amazingly better than it has before. My altered breathing approach has worked wonders and coupled with my seemingly new improved lungs the whole thing just zoomed along. Well for me anyway. I'm sure I'm not going to win any speed prizes but then that was never my goal ... if I can finish the Tri with a reasonable swim effort then I will be happy. And suddenly, that seems like a possibility.
Man I feel good at the moment :)