Back where I belong, on training
camp. Nice journey up on the sleeper train - except that the track
was washed away around Inverness by the rain, so I had to get on
a bus for the last few hours.
Good training here: a nice
perimeter road around the RAF airfield, and a strange purpose-built
range in a farmyard.
Did some intervals on my new
super-slow Marwe roller-skis this afternoon, and found I am not
strong enough to shift them properly. I certainly have done far
less specific strength training this year than the last two.
A good, hard day's training:
a modest hour and twenty of roller-ski combi this morning, while
the others did a race; a hard hour in the gymn then an hour's run
this afternoon, complete with a dip in the North Sea.
All sort of excitement this
morning: Jo broke a binding, Scotty a pole and Carl Carrier was
attacked by two pit-bull terriers that would not let go of his boots
- his injuries were from tarmac rather than teeth, though there
are some good teeth-marks in his boots. The police were very helpful.
This is a hard routine: 10
hours in the last 3 days is not an exceptional volume (or shouldn't
be - this year it is), but I am trying to make it fairly intense.
This afternoon a hard session in the gymn, then a race tomorrow
morning, then the long drive South for work tomorrow. Each day by
lunch-time I am tired, and by evening I long to fall into bed.
In the gymn I am a big fan
of keeping things simple, so the RAF biathlon team's gymn is perfect
for me: a roller-board, a chair for step-ups and a floor mat are
enough for a really good session; the bench and Swiss ball are useful
extras but luxuries really. 2' on the roller-board, 1' of abs, 2'
of step-ups, 1' of back exercises: repeat for an hour or so for
a surprisingly brutal session.