Tunney's blog

This is the point that if I was a theist I would say “Oh someone upstairs has a sense of humour”.

Motivation back, arrangements made to facilitate more training. Happy days.

Then half of work gets sick. Then I get sick. Antibotics for 5 days, sick cert for 3 days. No exercises for 14 days. I’ve a feeling only the first one will happen.

So a little more work and then a glass of wine and some telly turned into a good bit more work, then a bottle of wine and three episodes of Spartacus : Vengence.

Was good that I had binned the mornings cycle as I still had an ear ache and sore throat, but also at 0700 Aoibhe (25 months) started puking. I only had a short dash from my room into her as opposed to a transition style sprint from the shed. Much cleaning and cuddling later we were down stairs and she got a slice of toast for breakfast rather than porridge and natural yoghurt and fruit so she won’t get sick. Herself came down with the 3 month old and into the kitchen. Aoibhe then vomitted all over the floor. Herself and myself looked at each other and said at the same time – “Happy Valentines”.

Easy swimming pace (untested as not swam in three months but a worst case guess)

FTP – if I rode my bike it might go up

Easy running pace, not that any running feels easy at the moment

Weight – where I am, where I need to be, how I plan to get there

Big fat nothings. That’s what I’m posting training hours wise.

I’m blown away at the increase in work thats required of me. All I can say is I am delighted that I changed jobs from the chaos that was my old one to the organisation of this one. Couldn’t handle chaos everywhere.

The eldest one is teething again, she needs constant attention. The little one is fine but has found his lungs. Infinitely better than herself at that age but still combine the two.

I had always trained early, so early that typically no one noticed a session unless it went over 2.5 hours. In the evenings I would train immediately after work. Or failing that late at night. Lunch times too.

The immediately after work training went out the window a good while back as that is story time and cannot be missed but there was the other options.

However at the moment with a complete refusal to share daddy (Seemingly I am “*MY* dada”) and a requirement for me to do everything with the eldest combined with the last 3 teeth coming up means that

(a) Come 8-9pm the neurofen wears off and I’m on duty to calm her down and get her settled again. Can take up to 10pm. Means evening sessions out
(b) Come 4am I’m back on duty to calm and reassure and settle. Lasts until 7:30. I set my alarm for 5am every morning and the latest I’ve gotten to was 4:58 before being called. I was awake and excited about a morning turbo from 4:55. Then the call came.

Last night I had a session planned, gear laid out and the eldest to bed. About to go get changed and then it started “DA DA, DA DA” 30 minutes of it, no crying, no screaming just constantly calling. She was wrecked so I left her be. It continued. After about 45 minutes she tried a “MA MA”, only one and then back to “DA DA”. After an hour she even tried a “BA BA”, she didn’t sound too sure on that one mind Anyways, come 60 minutes she went ape, and I was in bed for 2015, only way to get her to sleep was to go to bed with her. Thankfully I’d not changed into lycra at this stage. A nice nights sleep for a 5am FTP test. Not to be 3am call to duty.

Basically I am fat, unfit and detrained. I have a mountain of work to do before I can do any racing. I’m letting numbers go for a while and will aim to do something anyways. A fast IM may be out but worse comes to worse I can target something like a 2:3x marathon next Autumn, something that doesn’t require too much time and effort.

Now off for coffee before I fall asleep. rambling alot too so apologies.