No rest.

Ahh, a rest day.

With my commute, lunchtime turbo and evening workouts on the road, I’m packing in an average of 3 1/2 hours a day often more. I can almost feel the improvements, but that could be in my mind.

I was forced into a turbo session on Wednesday as I was on babysitting duty. I’m proud to say I chose my least favourite exercise. Short max intervals with not quite enough easy in between. Towards the end of each hard interval my legs were wobbly and I was soon spending the inadequate recovery time hunched over the handlebars. I kept telling myself this is what makes you stronger. My enthusiasm has picked up after the weekend race, with the signs that I’m getting somewhere towards my goal, I’m keener than ever to push my body further.

Last night was a simple strength building ride, which I managed to make uncomfortable by setting of under the impression summer had arrived. I was okay at 8pm, but by 11 pm it was becoming Artic. Once again I returned home frozen to the bone. Unable to move my little fingers.

Tonight, I’m finalising the schedule in theory, ready for the dry run in June. The starting location will be chosen, and feed points etc. Map points will be chosen, with distances and required timings for a successful attempt. How I measure up to these times will be seen on the test run. I am aware of setting optimistic speeds through London, I need to keep it all realistic.

So on June 4th I should be sending the schedule and cheques to the RRA, then I have really crossed the point of no return.