I’m back in Sydney and already working today!
There’s not much to report from last week’s training (or lack thereof). I managed 3 or 4 runs during the week and that was about it.
This week is all about getting back into some sort of routine and we’ll kick off some basic structured training from next week ownwards. There will be lots of commuting rides and I am already consulting with different swimming squads to decide which one will suit me.
Ange and I have also registered for the Minimosmarathon 10K run this weekend so it will be a good benchmark for the winter months along with the Gold Coast Half Marathon (or perhaps the marathon? I haven’t decided yet).
And I’ll finish off with a quote from chukiev on athletic potential
“What is my potential and how will I know when I’m close?”
Indeed a tough one! I propose that if we were all born without worries of survival (financial and emotional stability and such) and all we had to do all day—indeed, WANTED to do all day—was train, only then might we start to reach our ATHLETIC potential. Potential is impossible to measure, of course. At the Olympic Training Center, the physiologists try to measure it through a series of tests: VO2 max, muscle biopsies, and the like. But yet we know that such tests don’t really do the trick. No numbers can. Heart-rate monitors cannot measure heart. Power meters cannot measure will power. Potential is what you make of it. You’re close when you believe you are.
Until next week,
Rog