So Doctors orders were to stay in bed and take it easy for the rest of the week.

I interpreted this as “work until 2230 tonight and then go into work for a production upgrade that has your fingerprints all over it but get a taxi in and a lift home straight after”.

Going up and down the stairs in work is killing me.

Ear infection, sore throat, all kicking off my asthma. The little lad had a double ear infection and a chest infection a fortnight ago and eh didn’t whinge or whimper once (well much at all, we weren’t even sure he was sick). So he is making me look bad.

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.

Swim: nothing
Bike distance: 174km
Bike time: 6:30
Bike work: 4150 kj
Run distance: 70km
Run time: 5:30
Total time: 12:01

Appears I forgot to upload a run from last week. New numbers.

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”.

Swim: nothing
Bike distance: 174km
Bike time: 6:30
Bike work: 4150 kj
Run distance: 64km
Run time: 5:02
Total time: 11:33

Over twice the volume as the previous week!

A couple of things happened last week that helped me get my mojo back. A conversation with LCD sowed the seeds of a deeper conversation with herself and an even deeper one with myself. Two or three runs demonstrated hints of the sensation of just floating over the ground. I rode with the club and got dropped. Each of these added to and reinforced my confidence and I was all set for a great week this week.

I started to get a mouth ulcer yesterday on my tongue. It got worse and worse and today I could neither eat nor talk. I got a nice run done and despite working late (just finished, working from home tonight) I was going to do my turbo at 2130. However my tongue is still bad, I’ve not eaten today and now I have a sore throat, an ear ache and a slight temperature.

So while my motivation is great and I could HTFU and force myself through it HTFU is no good without an element of smart. I could hammer the set, not hit the numbers, get annoyed and loose motivation. Or I could accept that tonights turbo will not happen and the ride in the morning would be better off skipped.

So instead of hammering myself into a hole and staying there for another 18 months. I going to do a few more builds worth of work. Have a glass of wine and go to bed. I’m going to stay in bed late too. Then if I feel healthy and can eat tomorrow I will do tonights turbo tomorrow and just be happy.

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

This week was to be my return to training.
Nothing serious just 5 x 45-50 minute runs, 2×75 minute runs. Also 1x 2:30 easy bike, 1x FTP test, 2 turbos. All should have been achievable.

Warning signs came on Monday when 50 easy turned into suffering like a dog for 30 minutes. Monday turn was not great.

Tuesday’s turbo didn’t happen, the 45 easy with pieces turned into a slow slog fest with a high HR.

Same on Wednesday.

Thursyday I really wanted to bin the run but I forced myself out. Aches and pains and high HR. I put it down to being unfit. Hard turbo Thursday night just didn’t feel right. Really having to work for it.

Today I am in bits and I’ve put 2 and 2 together. Whether I’ve gotten 4 or 5 I don’t know.

A big filling in a molar a few months back. Severe tooth ache Sunday night and I’ve gone downhill since. I suspect an abscess and an infection. Dentist appointment in 40 minutes will see then. Thank god work are understanding about bailing. (Explains as well why I’ve been fairly useless all week and not getting as much done as I should have).

Wrecked.

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.

Training for week starting 24th October
Swim: 0m
Bike: 0km
Run: 0km
Total time 0:00

Training for week starting 31st October
Swim: 0m
Bike: 0km
Run: 16km
Total time 1:21

Its been a disaster training wise and try as I might I cannot see things getting better anything soon unfortunately. I am trying but I’m just so damn tired.

2 != 1 + 1
2 != 1 + 1
2 != 1 + 1
2 != 1 + 1
2 != 1 + 1
2 != 1 + 1
2 != 1 + 1

11 = 1 + 1

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