We’re hiking to the top of Half Dome in Yosemite this October and to train, we’ve been hiking around the area. We’re fortunate there are so many great places to go within an hour of our house. One of those is Mount Diablo, the highest point in the East Bay.
We got a later start than we hoped for, but made it to the summit from Rock City. We did about 8 miles and 2000 feet of climbing there and back. The view from the summit is one of the best in the bay. On a clear day, you can see all the way to the Sierras. This time of year has too much smog and haze.
The highlight of the hike was seeing a tarantula on the trail.
This weekend I got in a couple bike rides, both marred by equipment failures. I went mountain biking on Saturday. I found some great single-track and ran out of steam going up a gully. I cranked too hard and broke my chain. Fortunately, I was only a mile from the car. Sunday, I had a 25 mile ride according to my plan. About 3 miles from the end, I must have hit some construction debris and got a flat. It was more than the tube, the tire has a hole too.
I was looking at the training program I have been following for the Tri I’m doing in June. It’s for 18 weeks, so by my calculations, I should be starting it now. The good news is, I’ve got a decent head start.
Went to Melinda’s Spin class today. I got there early and added a couple miles to my overall ride. She had us try to hit our highest watts ever. I got the bike up to 785 for about 6 seconds. We did that about 5 times and I felt knockered.
My apologies to the readers of this blog if you’re getting bored with the training posts. I’m not really doing this for you as much as myself. Having even a little something to post everyday, increases the likelihood that I’ll post something else later.
Today was another Bootcamp day. I managed to trip over my own feet in class into a nice barrel roll. No injuries, just bruised my pride.
I went back to the fins for a few laps this morning. I have tried to use a kick board without them for years and it’s the most frustrating experience. Once the inertia from kicking off the wall dissipates, it’s an exercise in futility. The bummer for me is my legs are pretty strong, but they’re useless when it comes to swimming. I kick when I swim, but they’re not adding any value.
After 30 days, I’d hope to be logging something more impressive than a 12 lap swim. It doesn’t help that I had to get up at 3:45 so I could drop my daughter off for a ski trip, then take my wife to the airport. I’m sure I’ll crash earlier than usual today.
Posting this is about the only discipline I’m showing today. It’s the day after the Super Bowl, and I’m in serious need of a workout. The game was a total snooze, but the crowd I was with made it totally worthwhile.
My mojo is back. I was hoping to do something bigger, outdoors, like a long bike ride. Alas, I had to take the dog to the damn groomers and they rescheduled the appointment for 10:30. Nothing like taking a big chunk out of the middle of someone’s day. While the dog was getting clipped, I headed to the gym for a 1250 meter swim and a 5k run, both outside on a gorgeous day.
I don’t know if I’d call this a training day. I was so fatigued, not just tired. I ended up going to the gym, and since I’m writing this a couple days late, I don’t even remember what I did. It’s not that big of a deal because it’s supposed to be a rest day.
Went to spin class and did 5 one minute sprints and 4 timed one mile rides. Melinda, the instructor showed us video from the Death Ride in the California Alps. I went back in the afternoon for a swim too.