W/E 18/05/2008
Until the weekend this week was spent mostly on the trainer putting in a bunch of half hour speed sessions trying to maintain an average speed of 20mph. The first 5 minutes of the half hour was spent trundling along slowly building up to hit 20mph at the end of the 5 minutes, giving me 25 mins to get the avg speed up from around 15 to 20+ mph.
It was pretty tough going, especially given that the previous week had been spent entirely on the sauce. I’m sure I could have bottled the sweat spewing from my pours and sold it down my local park. Double filtered, extra fermented, sipping liquor.
On Saturday I was cycling down to Rhu with PH joining me on route. The route I’d planned would take us to Balloch on the cycle path and then up through Glen Fruin to Garelochhead and down in to Rhu.
In my official role as chief cycleography dude I hereby declare this, and all future Fridays, No Bikes At Work Day. Fridays are for the pub and other such religious ceremonies like 2 hour lunches.
Well I set out earlier again this morning with enough time to fit in 3 or 4 laps of the 
Just back from completing my first training run of the week and boy it was hard work. My legs felt heavy, it was windy, the bike didn’t feel right, I didn’t feel right and it took a real effort to soldier on. For the first half of the ride something didn’t feel right at all, I just didn’t have seem to have any power in me. It felt like I was cycling through treacle. Eventually I came to the conclusion that I thought my seat was too low after realising that my new cycling shoes had a much thicker sole on them than the trainers I used to wear and I hadn’t adjusted the bike since getting them.
