This week finds me listening to The Clash and trying to galvanise myself following another underwhelming and frustrating period of negotiating training obstacles…

Last weekend’s flu continued well into the week, and was combined with a few brutal 16hr shifts at work that couldn’t be passed over, leaving me totally exhausted by the time the weekend came around again to the extent that my turning 28 was marked by little other than a celebratory whiskey and an early bed (I did buy myself a Sufferfest vid as a present too though…)  It seems that so-far the biggest part of my journey to the foot of the alps has been psychological as opposed to physical, as with the amount of rupture and setbacks I’m struggling to spur myself forward with any belief at the moment…  

Not much to do if you’re ill though, is there?  I did my best to keep reading up on training plans and serviced my bike, so it now has a glittering clean drivetrain and new cables, and have had a couple of turbo sessions this week and can do little other than try to make the most of them until Saturday comes around again and I’ll hopefully get back out onto the road again.

In the meantime I’m consciously trying to stop myself getting uptight and frustrated-it seems weeks are flying by to have the time to build up the core fitness I’ll need to reel myself up and over some of the toughest slopes the Alps have to offer.  I suppse I just need to continue to remind myself what my initial objectives were and how far I’ve come since I signed up, both figuratively and physically-I’ve definitely shaken myself out of the rut I was in, I’m in a new city and getting ahead with work, I have a definite purpose and drive to accomplish my aims, and even if my fitness hasn’t had a chance to improve as much as I’d have liked, I’m still fitter than I was and am well on course for my minumum skinnying down target of 65kg…  

It’s just easier said than done when I’ve now not had a good long ride in over 2 weeks ;(