This week has turned out to have more riding than running, although the running I’ve done has been good. Went out with Richard, John and Brian today. So now you know how Richard ensures he gets detrained– he rides with whiney post-partum girl (Effort? Intervals? I don’t like those words! Whaa!). We did do a 20 minute “tempo” portion, which promptly split the four of us into two groups– Richard and John out front and me drafting off Brian a little ways back. Worked out great. As it turns out, my heartrate went all the way up to the 150′s. How about that?
Actually, I want to keep things at base training effort until March, which is when I’ll start to work in some tempo so I don’t completely keel over when I show up at a race in late March (practice) and then Du Nationals in late April. Racing is going to hurt, but not as much as labor. It will certainly be over more quickly than labor. I’ll probably have to remind myself of that when I’m racing.
So tomorrow I ride again, but on the bridle trails at Umstead with a different crew. It’s hilly out there and my tired legs and saddle weary nether regions may elicit some whimpers, but oh well. I’m trying to decide if I’ll bring the mountain or the cross bike. It’s been too wet for this nascent off roader to take to the singletrack, so maybe I’ll give my cross bike some well-deserved attention. Ol’ blue probably misses me.