Ploughing ahead blindly

At the moment I don't really have a specific event that I'm training for and it makes it difficult for me to decide what sort of training to do.

Although I'm doing another 24 hour race in August this isn't with a particularly fast team so I don't have the pressure to train like I did for Mountain Mayhem. I'm debating whether to do the Hathersage Hilly Triathlon but I'm put off by the fact that I'm camping that weekend so I'll need to rush across Derbyshire at 6am on a Sunday morning to get there along with the fact that I'm TERRIBLE at swimming. And when I say terrible I mean terrible - old ladies keeing their hair dry swim past me while I flail about, trying to get from one end of the pool to the other.

I'm going to go swimming one night this week to see how long it takes me to swim 420 metres.

So, with the absence of anything definite to train for I've just been trying to keep up the same sort of level as before the mountain mayhem.

On Saturday I went mountain biking - terriblie weather but a great ride.

On Sunday I went for a long walk. Again, the weather was terrible to start with but then the sun came out as a reward for our optimism. It was on eof the best walks I've done out of my walk book, going past big mills by the river - loads of really interesting history. As usual, the walk left me feeling shattered. I get much more tired doing these relatively low level activities for a long time than when I do bike rides or play football. In the evening I played a gig and could barely keep my eyes open.

This morning I got up and did half an hour on the turbo trainer. Today I got the distinct impression that my legs are definitely getting stronger.