Tuesday, April 28, 2015

4 Days of Paris-Roubaix

It'd the jewel in the eye of the classic season some might say; a true test on the cobble sectors and catches the imagination of velo types and cycling enthusiasts each year across Belgium, France and even in little bars and lounge rooms in Australia.

I had heard of the event, caught highlights on Sports shows of the carnage and contest that is the Paris-Roubaix; my new found life of bikes, running tracks and swimming pools has certainly drawn me to watching the best of these sports - I have always been of the coaching/ playing philosophy of mimic the best to be the best.

253km in a single day across 27 of the nastiest looking cobble sectors is certainly something to behold; not including the now infamous "Train Gate"

This great one day race has taken me 4 Days to see the final kilometers!! 4 Days of viewing from the late hours of Sunday of the race to the little 20min spurts; this is the life of sports viewing father.

And perfectly sums up the challenge I have with finding hours and time to train and a good level to stay competitive with those single guys out there knocking around the Age Group Comps.

It's all about finding the hours for me at the moment, and trying to different time and days to see what works; my training plan is a revolving and evolving beast at times with the weather and Z-Girls Mood making the choice for me. At the moment the mid-week night run is really working and gives me plenty of time after my PT Group to clock up 30-45mins

The real sacrifice has been strength work; my kettle bells and medicine balls just stare back at me whenever I reach for the bike in the garage; but finding time for KM's has taken over from strength work along with this extra session sometimes gets put on the shelf for that all important Family Time.

Like most 'real life athletes' it's not just time with the kids but also the wife that needs to be factored in; when the house slow does from the pooping machine and she lays her head down for a good 4-5hrs the temptation is jump on the weights or lace up the shoes; but time as a couple is rare at the moment and even if it's just watching another episode of that crappy TV show she always seems to have on, that never seems to end and talking about our day makes a huge difference.

And sadly the kettle bells are the victims of my time management strategy.

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