Has anyone had a training session turn as ugly as this ???
jamewah
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So tonight I planned to take the bike out for a couple of hours, the Mrs is out with her mates so the ideal opertunity to get a good 60km or so racked up after work.
I set off just before 19:00 it's a nice sunny night, a bit blowy but nether the less an ok night.
I plan to do an hour out and back again but 15 mins in and wind really starts to pick up, and all of a sudden it's gone a bit dark [:-]
The darkness rolls in and it absolutely chucks it down with rain !
I'm soaked to the skin in minutes and take shelter to side of the bush (it's raining horizontally as this point)
After about 5-10 minutes it subsides and I get going and the sun is shining again.
45 minutes in and the sky is looking angry again and I'm thinking to myself for fooks sake not again, low and behold it pelts it down.
After just getting dry I'm bloody soaking AGAIN ! I'm in the middle of nowhere on the Yorkshire wolds, no cover, I'm cursing the gods and I'm bloody freezing [:@]!!
At this point I think bugger this I'm off home, it was the longest 25km of my life. . . .
I gets back, I'm nithered, wet through, I can't feel my fingers, my feet are like blocks of ice. I get indoors and my puppy has taken a slash over the dining room floor.
Great . . .
Let's hear some of your stories of woe just to make me feel a little better
I set off just before 19:00 it's a nice sunny night, a bit blowy but nether the less an ok night.
I plan to do an hour out and back again but 15 mins in and wind really starts to pick up, and all of a sudden it's gone a bit dark [:-]
The darkness rolls in and it absolutely chucks it down with rain !
I'm soaked to the skin in minutes and take shelter to side of the bush (it's raining horizontally as this point)
After about 5-10 minutes it subsides and I get going and the sun is shining again.
45 minutes in and the sky is looking angry again and I'm thinking to myself for fooks sake not again, low and behold it pelts it down.
After just getting dry I'm bloody soaking AGAIN ! I'm in the middle of nowhere on the Yorkshire wolds, no cover, I'm cursing the gods and I'm bloody freezing [:@]!!
At this point I think bugger this I'm off home, it was the longest 25km of my life. . . .
I gets back, I'm nithered, wet through, I can't feel my fingers, my feet are like blocks of ice. I get indoors and my puppy has taken a slash over the dining room floor.
Great . . .
Let's hear some of your stories of woe just to make me feel a little better
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loving the story.......[:D]
hahahahaha that made me laugh out loud!
One time i was running in the park and some chavs started yelling at me, then one attacked me with a stick...so i ran past and he threw the stick at me, it missed but i lost self control and ran back and beat him down..
Cycling weekly has a letter in it this week,the writer regailing a story that as he was out on his bike a car came past and out of the windows came a hurl of verbal abuse and pieces of litter and food.The car drives off.A couple of days later he sees the same said car in a petrol station,walks over to the car says '''Remember me'' and then tips the fire bucket contents through its window.
Must admit last evening out on the bike it was abit blowy which caused a few 'tank slapping ' moments.
It was able to direct me from the gym back to my room with incredible accuracy. I did feel foolish - but clocked up a nice long slow run - and looking at the route on Google earth was really interesting.
Luckily I didn't bump into comanighttrain down a dark alley.
more recently in a half marathon, that was using as a training day, i tried a different nutrition strategy pre race, and ended up having to have two sh*!s at mile 9 and 12, with no toilet paper in sight!
i love the cursing at the time, but then can see the funny side a couple of days later!!! learn from all the experiences!
Rain slowed but I was wet in places I didn't know I had. I had what appered to be black hairy legs from knee to ankle such was the road grime sticking to me.
Eventually got home some 90+km later to find Lady Britspin waiting asking where I had been....I mistook the tone & helpfully replied 'out on my bike'
cue evening of silences & exchanges of opinions about keeping in touch, using mobile phones etc. Then I had to cook tea as well.
It was whilst I was in serious rowing training, but I had also signed up for my 1st marathon. Rowing was going great and I had a training week in Ghent (Belgium). The first day we arrived early, and went straight from the hotel to the rowing lake and did a couple of very hard 2 hour sessions on the water. This was about 8 weeks out from Henley so we were just doing final boat selections and starting to really ramp up the training.
We got back to the hotel and I thought I had better go out for a quick run, as I hadn't been running much and the marathon was in a couple of weeks! (very sensible I know!). I set out and turned to the canal system and just though it would be fine following that for about 30 mins and then turning back. Now I still swear that I never turned off that canal, but at some point it must have split as I ended up so completely lost.
So basically I had no food, money, water and was lost in a city I had only just arrived in and couldn't remember the name of the hotel that we had stayed at! I also realised that the only phone number I remembered if I could find a phone and reverse charges is a friends parents from back in the UK.
I just kept on running and tried to find something I recognised, eventually I managed to find the rowing lake where we had been and then retraced the route back to the hotel. I arrived back about 2 and a half hours after leaving and absolutely dead. When my room mates opened the door and mentioned how long i'd been I just non-chalantly replied 'marathon training' - as if I had planned to do it! I then crawled off to my bed and died.
Valuable lesson to be learned - always take a phone and money with you.
That being said, just realised I haven't learned that lesson as whilst away in Spain on holiday last year I went running from the villa I was staying at. Got completely lost again, no phone and couldn't remember the name of where we were - added to the 35 degree heat and no water and it all got interesting!
One day i'll learn...
didds
After leaving work last i was just starting to pick up a bit of momentum into the wind when a car with a youngish couple pulled out infront of me, it didnt make me dive for cover but was enough to slam on the brakes and un-nerve a little, the car then decided to poodle along at 20mph so i pulled alongside looked shook my head and carried on. (P.S. i work in quite a not nice area) The car sped up got infornt braked and as i pulled alongside the occupants were gesturing as if what was my problem, i looked shook my head again and carried on. they repeated this again so i engaged in conversation shouting "you just pulled out on me!" they again pulled infront and slowed so at this stage now very angry i jumped off my bike threw it to the floor and with eyes bulging i not too politely told the male to get out and sort out his issues, as i approached the car i realised the couple, now cowering in the seats had actually stopped to say sorry! I have never felt so guilty...
And it got me thinking has the fact that we are constantly getting abuse from car drivers turned me into a rage aholic!
Thought id tap out a casual 40 miles and "find" some new quiet roads. I live in the centre of Soton and enjoyed a really nice ride upto Winchester, I then went up past ATR Winchester and ended up on the road to Stockbridge, from there I spotted a hill which I climbed and continued along a roman road to Sailsbury. Once I arrived in Sailsbury it occured to me that a, all the roads were very busy, and b, i still had to cycle home. Bugger!
85 miles later I arrived home, in pain, dehydrated, sunburnt but very relieved.
Had a Clarkey style inncident quite recently too. I just left the drive of my house when this fool drove the wrong way down my one way road and almost knocked me off my bike. Enraged and startled I gave him a parade ground volume verbal assalt, he responded by giving me the hand signal for one who likes to play with himself and drove off. I saw red and sprinted for him, and as we cut about through the streets I managed to catch up with him at a set of lights. I looked in the drivers window ready for a ruck only to see that his Mrs sat in the passengers side was pretty upset and could see his arms shaking. I suddendly felt like a real a*shole as he was clearly frightened and wasnt the little scroat I thought he would be. He said sorry and held out his hand to shake. All anger left me I shook his hand, and apoligised to his Mrs. I real turn around in the end.
GG
My story doesn't compare but anyway.
I have to stay in Crewe nearly every week - head office etc. I normally go for a run rather than sit in the hotel like a Norman No Mates. So off I go on my usual 7 mile run, when after 2.5 miles my calf started to tighten. Thinking nothing of it in true bloke style I carried on but a little slower to give it a chance to ease off. At 3.5 miles the furthest point from the hotel the calf really goes big time - walking was a problem. I know the route so getting lost was not an issue but getting back is. After 1.5 miles of near crying I noticed a tanning shop. Luckly in it was the girl who is our receptionist at work. Pleading with her and knowing the grief I'm was going to get the next day I got her to call her dad and get him to take me back to the hotel. At the hotel head straight to the bar for ice - for the ice pack not G&T and back to my room to nurse my wounds.
Result had the p##s taken out of me for weeks at work and season ended as running was halted for a couple of months during physio.
Ha ! I'm loving these stories !
Making me feel hell ov'a lot better [:D]
I would have used my phone and called for back up but my hands were frozen in position on my aero bars as I was trying to cut through the icy winds !
ha ha !
You win.
Thats scary stuff!