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The week started as usual, on a Tuesday. I started it out with some strength training. I warmed up with the skipping rope and then strength training with a rubber band and a swiss ball. I increased the length of training from last week because I believe I can handle it better, and this is the way to improve. I am still far away from who I used to be. In the afternoon I rode my bike for 2h. I have to mention that lately I have been doing some force work.
On Wednesday I decided to go for a long ride, so I trained for 3 straight hours. It was pretty taxing and early in the week. I usually leave this workout for later in the week but I knew I was going to be busy on Thursday and I might not do anything so I would have a rest day in the middle of the week and I decided to use it in my advantage.
I was very busy on Thursday going up and down and meeting with some friends for lunch, unfortunately I was not able to meet everyone I expected to but since I was not able to do that I sneaked in what it used to be a light swim but I ended up swimming around 2 kilometers and that is a lot since the injury. I must say that I used the fins which helped a lot.
On Friday I was very busy as well. I did not plan to be that busy but it was crazy busy. I ran early in the morning so I was free the rest of the day. Although I had expected to be back home earlier I was not able to d so. So I only had a run.
On Saturday I wanted to do another long ride but this time I knew it could be outside but when I woke up in the morning it was cold so I waited a little bit. I left the house late, around 14.15, with no lunch. I routed around for 94km or slightly more than 3h. It was quite windy, curvy and it felt hilly. I was surprised that at some points I felt tired and a little bit later I was able to ride normally. I don’t know what the problem was. I am a little upset because even though I thought I put a good ride I did not average the expected speed. Once I got home I had to pick up the other bike and go for 4 or 5 extra km to pick up a car. I finally had lunch at 20 and dinner three hours later.
Sunday was going to be another busy day, so I woke up early, ran for 1h in the rain and then swam for another hour and then I went to play pitch and putt with friends, where I played pretty well, 36 strokes in 9 holes, that is a hell of a card for me.
I have realized that since I have put a little bit of weight on my BMI has skyrocketed. According to the BMI rules scoring from 18 to 24 is good, larger than 24 and smaller than 30 is overweight, and over 30 is considered obese. I had been falling in the third category for many years, then I dropped to the second and I almost made it to the healthy bracket, I was just .1 away. Now I am 2.5 points above the healthy limit, although this index is not suitable to trained athletes. (Does that mean that I consider and athlete? Even though I don’t consider myself an athlete I train more than 12h a week so I must be some kind of trained guy).
As I have explained I had plenty of meetings this week. It has been crazy. I haven’t been able to work out as much as I wanted to and it was not as balanced as I predicted at the beginning of the week. I did not swim enough and my shins are not working properly either so I did not run as much as I expected. This week I have not done any brick sessions, which are very fun.
I have realized that I don’t know what people want from me or expect from me. There are friends who talk to me who seem to not want to see me, there are others who used to be friends and now won’t talk to me or they just keep breaking promises. There are some who lie to me and there are some that criticize what I do and then they do the same and sometimes to me too!!!
Helping a friend has showed me that girls are not understandable. She opened up to me and told me her problems. I had been in her situation and even worse I had been in the situation of the affected ones. And talking to her showed me that I rushed things. Would I do the same now? I hope not. But I can’t tell until I relive that situation, which I hope it will never happen again. They say that time cures it all. Well I am not sure or the wound was deeper than expected.
Am I obsessed with my problem? Some of you might think so, and even though my jokes might have a bit of reality it is not as much as it might look.
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