Life is quite busy at the moment. The new term has started and there is a lot to do and I’m in training for my next competition in Wales next month. On top of this we’re undertaking a big project in our house (The house is a rambling Edwardian semi which needs a lot of work) and planning a joint 50th birthday party!
There is no long cycle competition in Wales, so I am training for the biathlon. As I’m still a novice I’ve dropped my weight to 8kg so that I can work on form and also gain confidence in this arena. I definitely feel less nervous this time. I may not be fast but I know I can complete ten minutes in both the jerk and snatch using 8kg. My snatch technique and pacing is being tidied up, I’ve been learning sport technique as I’ve been snatching hardstyle for the last 6 years. However my jerk needs more work, particularly the double dip and lock out. I’ve had some trouble learning the pattern so I’m even doing jerk in circuit class when others are pressing or doing thrusters to stop me getting confused. This is slowly working I think, but I still need to use a conscious thought process to stop me getting carried away and forgetting that double dip.
My program involves two sessions practicing at home; two circuit classes to build up strength and endurance and a PT session working on technique. That would be enough for most people, however this week I pushed my self a little further and probably a little too far as I was a quite shaky by Friday.
Once a year we take children on a two night residential doing adventurous activities. This year we decided to do be a little more independent and stay at a Youth Hostel. The Youth Hostel organise and run activities such as orienteering on one day, we booked experts to teach canoeing, abseiling, rock climbing and weaseling on the second day and I took charge of taking everyone for a walk on the last day. Part of this process is to do the walk prior to the event and risk assess any hazards before we take children.
So last Saturday I went for a six mile walk, to do my risk assessment, active rest my trainer calls it. Then I trained at home on Sunday and did a strength circuit class on Monday. Tuesday was the first day of residential. I didn’t want to miss a kettlebell training session as we are so close to competition, so I trained at home first thing in the morning and then went to work. When we got to the hostel, the orienteering was not so well organised so I attached myself to this activity and ran round the course with groups of children for four hours, in the rain. Lots of fun, but exhausting. Inevitably sixty 9 to 11 year olds are not interested in going to bed at 7:30 so I spent most the evening running around the hostel maintaining the peace. On Wednesday we all spent the day canoeing, abseiling and weaseling, during one of the worst September storms in 30 years! I have to laugh at myself stood astride two canoes in the pouring rain, helping children chase balls around a canal. Night two was the disco….
On the final day we went on the walk I had risk assessed on Saturday. I misjudged the time and, for one reason and another, found myself doing scouts pace along the last mile (the children didn’t!). We all had lots of fun but were pleased to see parents waiting for us as the coach pulled into the school car park.
My staff went home for a glass of wine,but I had a PT session! I have to say I wasn’t at my best! Perhaps I should have stopped at this point, but decided that I would give the endurance class a go on Friday, despite feeling a little off colour. My diet hadn’t been great over the past week, lots of white bread etc and this had also caught up with me. The class was hard but I made it through without falling over. Perhaps this was pushing myself too far though as I was pretty shaky when I got home. Today is rest day, I’m sat on the sofa with green tea and my laptop, bliss. Back to normality next week.