It's Tuesday night, I have the Monday blues as it was my first day back after a long weekend, it's training night, it's mini-me and mini-me's bath night, it's St Patricks Day and QPR are playing at home. All this adds up to not being able to get out early, being hungry, wanting copious amounts of Guinness and not being able to run my usual course due to all 17 of the rangers supporters attending the game. So it's into the shed and a 50 minute fartlek session on the bike. Fartlek meaning "speed-play" in Swedish simply mean for 50 minutes I break up the time with sprints of varying lengths then recovery cycling. The sprints range from 30 second bursts to 7 minute knackering sets, the maximum recovery is 90 seconds so after 30 minutes I am sweating like a fat kid in a sauna wrapped in cling-film. With a final 5 minute sprint I finish with a 2 minute cool down. I think I might leave the shed window open slightly tonight as there is a bit of a sweaty pool on the floor and the windows are steamed up. I wonder if the neighbours talk about the strange nocturnal activities in the shed at number 98?As the marathon approaches I am getting more concerned about staying injury free so cycling may become one of the regular training sessions to save my joints. Having said this I have just agreed to play football on Thursday nights. The likelihood is there is a high percentage of rangers fans making up the numbers so this may not help my injury-free concept, I may have to rethink of invest in a bigger pair of shin-pads.
As I leave the shed I hear a cheer from Loftus road - is it a goal, is it a sending off, is it a silky piece of skill that has sent the crowd into rapture - no, the teams have just ran out onto the pitch - a highlight these days. To be fair as I write this I have just seen the final score - QPR 1 Swansea 0.
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