Metabolism Diagnostics
Solving body mysteries
Solving body mysteries
Pre-season Training
I've cooked up the usual recipe of 100+ miles every Saturday, a couple of 30/40 mile evenings with chain gangs and inserted some extra 50 mile evenings. I also used up the tail end of 2010s leave with a back to back 100 to Luton and back, and some long 70+ rides with Rich Anderson. I resumed running in October and from November managed the 8 mile round trip to work and back. When the cold snap hit I ran to work 3 times a week. I managed to keep riding through the whole of the subzero weeks in December by riding the same god-awful A-road circuit around Melton, Grantham, Lincoln & Ollerton. Chain gang pace gradually increased from January, but I never did more than a couple of high heart rate interval sessions as the race season neared.
To make the (nearly) perfect electrolyte just buy sea salt and low sodium salt from supermarket and mix together.
The 4 essential elements lost in sweat are lost in a certain ratio, the ideal electrolyte replaces these elements in this ratio.
By combining sea salt and low sodium salt in the ratio 100:20 a close approximation can be made. A lifetimes electrolyte for about £1-50 !!
The image shows all the data and assumes low sodium salt to be 66% potassium chloride 33% sodium chloride, which it always seems to be.
One problem that should be considered is the separation of the salts due to granule size.
One easy solution is to dissolve the right amount of each and and use for example a dropper bottle.
Well the North York Moors are like the Peak, but on steroids. Very hilly and amongst those hills were 4 or 5 monsters all with long 25% gradients. Much harder than the Epic and some guy there who is part of the David Lloyd outfit reckons it's harder than the DLMega. Can't comment I haven't personally done that one.
The weather was nigh on perfect, though a little warm on the climbs. There was probably 30 miles in the middle, mainly on the moors with freshly chipped roads, they were a nightmare, and one 33% descent (I kid you not) was utterly desperate.
It is a very hard sportive, but the organisation was 2nd to none, very similar to the Epic in that respect. A caring touch that showed in every respect. I thoroughly recommend it, it's a beautiful part of England and for those sort of climbs probably hard to beat. Essential fodder for all Masochists and one of the hardest 6 or so hours I've endured.
It was Phil's 1st sportive so there was a learning curve to contend with. Plus bad guts for him, due to dodgy burger the day before, that caused a 5 minute bog stop at one feed. My form is not A1 due to injury this year, so more than the usual cramps in the closing stages. Eventually I was just eating the Nuun tablets! Phil had a stupid 39/25 as bottom gear so walked all the monument climbs, but I did try and get a loan cassette for him. So that lot has got to add up to 11 minutes.
125 riders we came 6th and 7th. 11 minutes from top spot. 17mph.
Bodes well for Epic and racing next year I reckon.
Went to see this house in Heage. Nice spot, just a row of a few houses between Heage and Belper. I've photoshopped the rear to a cream render :-) Much better.
So the cooker packs up, great. Control went all stiff, then the oven fan mysteriously comes on this evening, seemingly for no reason. Damned thing was overheating. Control says off, oven thinks otherwise. What a palaver, getting to the routing of the thermostat. £45 part, I suppose it's worth the hassle. It is old but generally very reliable. Freebie from the folks from when it has kept going, with just 2 minor faults, since about 1983.
Lily is potty training. I took her, in the trailer, to highfields playground
with Charlie running behind. She had a great morning and even managed the
'big kids swing'. A flock of Geese flew over and she nonchalently states
'Geese' as she continued filling the tube with sand. Every other kid was
clamouring for ice-cream from the van, Lily doesn't know what ice cream is
:-) 3 Visits to the toilet and no accidents, best morning for her in a week
I think.
Tender or Tenterhooks? I thought tender hooks were what you hang meat on,
as in tenderising. Tenterhooks are what you stretch a canvas on and I
believe this is the correct phrase to describe psychological tension, makes
sense. Though as a child I always knew it as tender hooks.