There's no escaping it, this training lark has completely taken over my life. I have had a rotten week at work travelling to the far ends of the M62 on Monday, narrowly avoided another trip to the same destination on Wednesday and then made a 14 hour round trip to the end of the A1 and beyond!
Normally I'd start the weekend with a few cans after training, in fact my wife is polishing off a nice bottle of Colombard Chardonnay with her feet up (she's had a tough week too). Tonight my first thought after training this weekend was not the usual head to the off licence to dull the niggle of such a bad week, no I was wanting to get home so I could have an amazing salad. That was after narrowly avoiding a cardiac arrest as Fat Lad put me and Paulie through our paces.
He's started attending the County FA's School of Excellence for training sessions on Thursday nights and bringing their session to us on Friday. This seems fine except this week, because he is doing his fitness test on Sunday, he just gave us instructions and stepped back to shout encouragement. Not really much comfort when my chest feels like it has a pair of rib spreaders inserted in it and I am running in deep sea divers boots.
Tonight's session consisted of starting at the goal line and running
- to the edge of the goal area and back
- to the edge of the penalty area and back
- to the half way line and back
- to the edge of the far penalty area and back
- to the opposite goal line and back
When the SoE were doing this same exercise, they did it across the field with the gaps between turns spaced proportionally, they were doing it 1m20s but we had at least another 200m we had 2m30s. We got close on most of the runs but only completed 4 before I started feeling very, very ill.
We took a 5 minute rest and then did another 4 repetitions, this time across the field. Even so at the end of the 4th I collapsed with fatigue (long time since that happened!). This was one of the toughest sessions we have ever tried and it really hurt. After the warmdown, it was time to wish the Fat Lad good luck for Sunday and head home for a well earned bath. Calories 1053, average hr 78%, max hr 98%.
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