Very unexciting times really; there’s nothing like doing press-ups every five minutes to kill an evening. I managed the 5,000 target by midday yesterday (Saturday) and decided to carry on at which point I was informed that I was mad and needed to get a life. Having done this challenge, I figured it was probably inevitable that at some point I’d want to see if I could do 6,000 in a week and if you’re going to do that, starting at 5,000 probably makes it easier. So I did. It may have been a bit of a sprint finish towards the end (300 in the last half hour) when rowing took up all morning but I made it. Continue reading
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84 hours into the madness and I’m still alive albeit with slight aches and very unexciting evenings. The biggest problem has been rowing training. A 2k test on Monday and weights yesterday left little time or energy. Or at least that’s my excuse.
Three and a half days in and 3120/5000 down. I think that means I’m ahead but ignores the fact most of Friday evening will involve sitting on the M4. And the weekend will undoubtedly include multiple hours sitting on a river.
Having finished last year’s challenge I went to the source of the
craziness inspiration to see if there was an update of any kind (who doesn’t love being congratulated?). When the title appeared as #Challenge2015 a small part of me wanted to shutdown the computer and pretend it had never been written. While I’m glad I’d done the last one, I was looking forward to having my evenings back. If there was a new one to take up now I’d have a tough time convincing myself not to do it. Continue reading
… is quite a few. They’d take a while. Possibly a whole year. If you were so inclined you might build up to them gently, perhaps doing one on Janurary 1st, then two on January 2nd etc. They’d seem so easy, taking less time than it takes to boil the kettle. By March you’d be doing 90 in a day. Still not much of an issue. Do three sets of thirty and you can get one done while the kettle’s boiling, one while the frozen bolognese is defrosting and another while the water is running to wash up. Continue reading
It appears that this tradition (if three posts can be considered a tradition) is destined to be a biennial one; two years in a row is apparently too much for me. I do seem to remember writing one last year but it appears to be lost in the backlog of drafts I’m getting so good at ignoring.
Bundling these the two years together will be interesting; I’m not sure any two consecutive years of my life have been so different. Continue reading
I’ve been here for two weeks. How did that happen? There is very little in my life that hasn’t changed in those two weeks and yet I’m still left feeling like it’s been two days at most. Continue reading
After nearly a year of aimlessness, my life is about to regain some direction. I have hopes this will bring all sorts of new wonders. Maybe I’ll post more than once every four months. Maybe I’ll sleep at a reasonable hour every night. Maybe these two contradict each other and I will fail on both counts trying to achieve the other.
- Tomorrow I am visiting a rowing club with the aim of getting back to regular training as soon as possible.
- I have a feeling it’s going to be a shock to the system. I’ve not trained at all (don’t even mention the 500 miles) recently and my hands haven’t held a blade handle for many months.
- In roughly 60 hours I will be arriving at a new job doing something I hope I can both do and enjoy.
- I can’t helping feeling they’ve made a mistake and will turn me away at the door, “Oh sorry, there’s been a bit of a mix up. You’re not the person we wanted to hire”.
- In less than a week I move into my own flat.
- Over a farm house in the middle of nowhere. I’ve lived in the middle of (a different) nowhere since I can remember and this still manages to look remote. Think single track roads and no other houses in sight. Still, it’s going to be mine, even if it is in a rented kind of way.
I don’t think I can pretend not to be an adult for much longer.
Having only managed to complete 500 miles in a month once, what I obviously needed was another challenge to add to it. This one came ready made from the lovely people at Strava. I have been carefully giving them all my personal information since the beginning of the year and in return they give me graphs and numbers. Every month they also give challenges which you can join, and then watch as your achievements are made to look insignificant by one of the nutters who ride 5,000 km a month.
As part of the 100th tour celebrations, they made two challenges. The first was to cover half the distance of the (1680km) during the month, the second was to climb the combined height of four of the major climbs (Peyresourde, Ventoux, Sarenne and Alpe d’Huez – 7235m) during the final week of the tour (to coincide with the week they’re in the Alps). Continue reading
It’s a common enough idea. If you need to be somewhere by a specific time, and being late isn’t an option, you throw in more time than you should need so that if something goes wrong you can deal with it. All well and good (in an ‘accepting your own inevitable failure’ type way) so far.
What happens though when you don’t fail? When things go right and your journey takes exactly as long as the internet told you it would?