First 30 of the year

Saturday saw the first 30 of the year completed. The question is 'Which 30?' I considered claiming this was an age thing, but didn't think I could get away with that now. But it leaves at least three other possibilities, all of which are true.
The first is 30 mph gusts. It was very windy. And I am convinced that at least 80% of the ride was against the wind.

The second is 30 miles. It may not be much, but after four months with virtually nothing, it was good to get back on the road bike on the road and get a few miles done. And it did included Boscombe pier three times which gets the heart rate going for a few minutes. It was a good start, but don't ask about the time. So I hope the weather continues to keep up and allows a few more Saturdays to get the distances up to around 50 miles before the end of March. If 100 in April is going to happen, this seems to be the minimum target.

The third 30 is speed. As I came up from Boscombe pier for the second time, heading round the back of San Remo towers, someone came down the hill. He obviously went straight back up the other side of San Remo Towers and as we met, he was still catching his breath. So I went past him. Then about half a mile along the front he went past me. I'm not really competitive(!), but there was a target, which is just what I needed on the first outing. So I tagged along behind him while he upped the ante. By the time we got another half mile further along, we were clocking 27 mph on the flat. So heading down towards Hengistbury head, we easily cracked the 30 mph barrier.

What does PT really stand for?

Amy's business card proclaims her to be a PT. So after another hour of being asked (very nicely, I hasten to add) to do many gruelling things on Friday evening, I fell to wondering what PT really means. A quick google and up pops good old Wikipedia to say that it can have several meanings. 1) Pacific Time zone, 2) Pro Tempore (with the translation 'for the time being' for those us without a classical education) 3) Physical Training. I can relate to the last one. There was a time when PT was on the school timetable when I was younger. If I remember correctly, it was preceded by PJ (Physical jerks) and superseded by PE (Physical Education.

Further down page 1 of the google results, it turns out that it could be Prothrombin time (don't ask) or Portugal Telecom to name but a few.

My own thoughts are that it means Painful Torture. But the aches have gone and (though I'll say it very quietly) I did quite enjoy it.

Back to work .. and the gym

This is not our turkey - just one I saw on a google picture search. Ours was a bit smaller with only four of us to get through it. It was a very good time with family and we enjoyed it immensely. We sang plenty of carols at the chapel of course. I don't think I over indulged and did keep going to the gym. Fitted in a few sessions on the turbo trainer as well and so felt ready for the next appointment with Amy. Unfortunately she had read my previous post and so the weights were a bit heavier. But that is what it is all about, I suppose. Unless you push yourself, you don't know what you can do. And I don't ache nearly as much now as I did after the first session so I do feel the benefit.

Never say "I'm OK"

I will learn one day. I have another four sessions with Amy, the Personal Trainer. When the question is asked "How are you feeling?", you never reply "I'm OK". Even if there are no aches or pains, it is best to make some up or else you will end up being asked to do things that do make you ache. So yesterday evening I found myself on the rowing machine again, followed by various exercises that nearly puuled my arms off, or made the shoulders ache. But I have to confess that, really, I was OK. Just hope Amy doesn't read this ..

I never thought I'd join a gym!

Clearly this is getting serious! For the first time ever I've joined a gym. Having a reduced rate from the EMAP benefits scheme has helped of course. The first few sessions are over - mainly static bike rowing machine.

Had a 30 minute session last evening under the eagle eye of a Personal Trainer. I've never felt as stiff as I do today, but that will improve. Plenty of squats and using muscles that I didn't know about and I'm paying the price today. But if it helps when September comes, it will be worth it.

Why another charity ride?

Well, here we go again! The truth is I really enjoyed the London to Paris ride and wanted to have another go. Perhaps it was the wonderful weather or perhaps the company of a lovely group. Whatever the reason, I wanted to get another charity ride in before I realise that my 60th is not too far away. I have kept in touch with same friends from the Paris trip and we have met up several times this year in each other's areas and that convinced me that I am able to do this new trip. This will also be in memory of my mother and my father-in-law, both of whom were victims of MND 26 and 23 years ago respectively.

It will be tough and will need a lot of work to make sure I am in a position to enjoy it. 4 days and 330 miles. The first day looks fairly easy, second day more difficult, third day testing and the last day tough. At least the morning will be will a climb to 1300 metres. Then a reward of a lovely downhill 50 kilometres into Geneva. So encourage me by giving generously. The more there is in the pot before I go, the more I will be determined to get there.