Trains rule, okay? My morning jogs often take me over a bridge crossing gleaming rails. Until recently, it was dark at that time. Now the peaceful mornings are bathed in light.
How often do I bring myself good news? With twelve full weeks to go in 2017, weeks mostly here and not there, it turns out I can raise my annual targets. Jogging: increase the goal from 900 to 1,000 kms. Cycling: up 3,500 kms to 4,000 kms. Gym sessions: was 90, make it 100.
Geeks love round numbers. 1,000 / 4,000 / 100 is worth a grin.
A solo jogger from way back, yesterday I tried company. 71 runners in the Palmerston Parkrun in Darwin. Only 5 kms but the heat, even early, was unfamiliar, and the photos show me huffing. Daughter Donna was far more relaxed.
A 5-km lonesome run would cost me just over half an hour. Parkrun plus coffee . . . some three hours. That’s a big disadvantage in my book. But here’s the thing: I enjoyed myself and had a sense that group running would eventually stimulate a faster me.
A grey Melbourne day ideal for running, a week ago. I don’t feel especially fleet of foot but decide on impulse to do my 10 kms in “Fartlek” style. I’m no expert and didn’t consult any reference, but my knowledge of this form of training is to alternate fast stretches with recovery slow ones. So I alternate slow kilometers with significantly faster ones. I’m sure I don’t do the method justice – psychologically I can’t force myself to run fast enough – but the effect is exhilarating. Fast means a 6:00 mins/km pace or thereabouts, slow means 6:30. The end result? 6:20, sore hamstrings, and a feeling of exultation.
Perhaps this “year of fitness” is making me fitter? Perhaps next year I can aspire to some ambition, a faster Andres, someone who tries competitions?
Music listening in September: pleasant but a slog. Cycling/jogging/gym in September: on track but yes, a slog. Writing in September (the most important feedback): a slogging hard slog. October: head down!
Proper cycling enthusiasts might scoff: 2,500 is paltry. I’m still slow, only occasionally besting 20 kms/hour.
But I am now a regular rider, no longer hesitant, and well on the way to the year-end target of 3,500 kms. Red wine for me tonight!