We’ve been away on holiday for a few days (hence the absence of “Where Are They Now” yesterday, and other various omissions) but I’ve been back at work today. Karen’s still off on holiday with Bernard, so normal service won’t be resumed until next week, but I’ve got a few minutes here and there so I can at least put up a cursory running club post.
I don’t run. This is partly because I’ve noticed how Karen seems to spend more time recovering from injuries than actually running, and partly because I don’t want to. However, since we tidied out the garage a couple of weeks back I can actually get my bike out again. And since Karen said cyclists were welcome in the running club, well here I am.
Back in 2008 I used to cycle to work. Since then, apart from a phase last year when Karen and I did a bit of Pilates at home, I’ve gradually let myself go. In the last year, I’ve noticed that sometimes in a photo my stomach will be apparent in ways that it never used to be. Not in every photo, but enough to make me self-conscious. So I’m quite pleased to regain this opportunity to grab a bit of exercise now and then. I’m also very pleased to save money on train tickets, because First Great Western are bastards.
I’ve installed MapMyRide on my phone because my cycle computer is busted (once upon a time I turned my bike upside down to do some maintenance, and managed to grind the mounting bracket into dust).
On Thursday last week it took me 41:30 to do 5.5 miles into work ((my regular run is 5 miles, but because I wasn’t sure if the rights of way would have changed in the intervening 5 years, I played it safe and took a longer route on this one occasion)), and then 29:30 to do the 5 miles back with a very sore arse. Today, 30:30 to do 5 miles into work and 26:00 to come back. As you can tell, there’s a lot more uphill in the mornings.
I’ve managed to dig out my spreadsheet from 2007, which was the first year that I cycled into work. Pleasingly, my times today were actually better than my regular times back in 2007 (though not on a par with my fastest from that year, which was a few days in October when I decided to really go for it). From this, I draw two conclusions:
1. I can afford to slow down a bit and maybe arrive at my destination a little less sweaty.
2. My fitness level apparently hasn’t deteriorated as much as I thought. I think that the aforementioned belly problem might just be down to less well-toned stomach muscles.
I’ve also discovered that I had my cycle computer set up wrong in 2007 as it was overreporting my distance by 0.1 miles, and as a result underreporting my speed by 0.3mph.
How about you, runners and cyclists? How’s your week been?