Big training. Training big.

I´m participating in the Trans-Alp MTB stage race in a few weeks. As in participating I really mean trying to survive. As in trying to survive I mean not getting myself killed.
That´s how much gnarly downhills scare me.

I was going to do a lot of races this year. At least I was hoping for and aiming to. But I have weird shit going on with my right hamstring and hip. I know there´s a calcification to the side of my sitting bone. But there´s probably other problems too. At 43 there´s always a fire to put out somewhere.

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So apart from the soon-to-come Alpine adventure I don´t know what I´m training and preparing for. But I train. And I prepare. If nothing else, for life.

In order to get some stage race feel I rode 145 km yesterday afternoon, point to point Borås-Halmstad. Fasting day so no food since the night before and just water. Of course it was a headwind all day. Steady, still. Some great food and wine salvaged the evening and balanced out the relative misery of the day.

This morning I was still aching all over. I overdid my combined swim session/strength workout the other day and it left me silly sore and stiff. I like to overdo things. Hence, the price I paid for days after. But nothing like some hard swimming to bounce back and as part of the half-Ironman in Halmstad there was also the option to just race the swim. So we did, me and my partner in crime, Thobias Pettersson.

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It hurt way more than expected and I had a bout of existensial crisis during the latter part, questioning the rationale behind participating in activities that kick my ass as much. Also, I burped a lot of bacon. Which made me question my choice of breakfast.
I did however finish a distant 2nd to mr T who is pumping his guns for the prestigous Vansbrosimningen in a week. I took solace in the fact that he didn´t ride 5 hrs the day before:)

We hung around watching the triathlon for a while before we straddled the hogs for the ride back. Now with winds at least slightly co-operating. We made good time and I was happy to see higher watts and lower heartrates.

Back home I was going to do some foam rolling but I drank some more wine instead. There has got to be at least some balance.

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