Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Progress: Both Weird and Reassuring


So, a few weeks have passed since my last R&R week, and thankfully, I've stayed on track. All the usual indicators are positive: gradually losing weight, no illnesses, greater endurance, feeling restored each and every morning... but I find in most workouts, the body really resists doing the hard stuff that you had no problems doing last season.

Most of my structure comes from two days a within our spin gym's bootcamp. These are the hard days... packing in several climbs -each of which are longer than any local hill -getting our first dose of speedwork and standing sprints since August (I'm not counting Cyclocross... those races were just too much fun to derive any sort of training benefit). Anyhow, the rest of the week gets filled with the usual base stuff: steady state, endurance rides, core workouts, a bit of plyometrics, a rest day or two (which usually involve some sort of on-bike errand or commute anyway). Gradually, even in outdoor rides, we're starting to move away from the endurance stuff and into force workouts: seated climbs, tempo intervals.

Done right, the aerobic stuff is tough enough, but now that we're starting to rouse those carb-munching Type II muscles and churn out some lactic acid, you realize that you nearly forgot how it feels when your legs burn and your lungs explode. Seems a bit early for it, I know, but nature has given us a small taste of spring, and that first race is just over a month away.

Sunday, February 1, 2009

Back to Base


Sometimes things don't go according to plan. A cancelled spin class and a scheduled R&R week snowballed into two weeks with no time on the bike or in the gym. The most strenuous activity I had was schlepping my luggage around Montreal. Sure, I brought some kit and spin shoes, but with my itinerary, I never got the chance to pop into a gym and put them to use.

To make matters worse, Montreal has a way of bringing out the gourmand in me. Go ahead, call me a hypocrite, but I certainly wasn't eating a big salad everyday over those two weeks. Instead, I was enjoying the land of poutine and tarte à sucre; not to mention getting treated to Au Pied du Cochon where every second dish features a generous portion of foie gras, typically garnished with bacon, cheese and/or maple syrup.

Anyhow, I'm glad Sunday's unseasonably-warm weather permitted a fat-busting aerobic endurance ride. I rode up to my favourite stretch of tarmac in desolate zone within the city: a little-known, freshly-paved access-road running alongside the 401. A fierce headwind on the way out kept the heart rate up, and the downhill trip home lent itself to some high-cadence active recovery. 2 hours of riding, targeting zones 2 and 3, 1300 calories burnt.