I'm no longer completely sure that I can write short posts. And the topic turned up great. While the editor of my place of Internet residence, Slava Baransky, is writing a book about doubts, I just had the opportunity to escape from the hustle and bustle to a hermit, where there is an opportunity to listen to myself.
Even in winter, hiding in a blanket and seeing how the mercury in the thermometer once again conquers the mark of -10, I thought about how it is a mirror image of such an existence. City — forest, asphalt — sand, floor — grass, cold — sun, snow — warm lake water. These thoughts did not come to me by chance. I have already traveled to the farm belonging to my wife's parents for many years, but I have never looked at it with the opportunity to retire with myself and my hobby.
Earlier in winter, I dreamed exclusively of summer, of a vacation in Spain, of a warm cloud enveloping you when leaving a preconditioned airport, sangria with paella, a round belly and a soft chaise longue. Triathletes are not like people here either. Sadly looking at the bike stand in the corner, we imagine a breeze blowing over our face. And a developing T-shirt, and a head of hair, who has it, but there is no helmet or head on their shoulders. But there is romance in the blood! As well as adrenaline, testosterone, endorphins and much more. Seeing the sneakers, we are already flying over the surface, waiting for the next push with the toe), after the foot sinks a little into the gravel. We dream of going with the flow, cooling our heads with a cold current under the rustle in the reeds.
A trip to the farm crowned my 4-6 month stage of preparation for 70.3. During this period, a phase of maximum loads was envisaged. Bike trails of 2.5-4.5 hours, three cross-country half-marathons at the limit of strength, and swimming, a lot of swimming, the basics of open water.
The envious eyes of the head of the family have planned a 3-week unity with nature. The families raking in the hands corrected this free-thinking and the compromise was the conclusion of a contract under the one plus one system with the possibility of extension for the next season ). Therefore, in the first week, in between workouts, I entertained the kids with my mom who came to my aid, and in the second week I was able to completely immerse myself in myself, in the lake, in myself in the lake and in the lake in myself.
The trip exceeded all my wildest expectations. And this is beyond the control of prose!
Running through
on the asphalt straight,
on concrete pavement,
you won't get that high,
what about the gravel cross
left-right foot!
Swim
in a suit over water,
wave-driven,
after making two strokes with his hands,
third —
mouth and head!
There is no fairer mountain,
twist, remember — triathlete,
worked up the conscience —
down carries you at speed.
But there are a lot of troubles in the field,
trucks, wind and ditches.
Reaching for the bottle,
gaping —
and hello!
It's hard to believe, but after increased loads, my body became less glamorous and more like a souffle than before. I do not understand why my body, which does not consume meat, has put such a pig in the face of poor metabolism. Don't worry, everything is OK with the face. After a country vacation: black skin, bald head, smiling face. But here's the body… If you relax a little — write (to the blog)-it's gone. At least a term paper, at least a dissertation on the topic “what was before — chicken, egg or other proteins and their place in the proper nutrition of an athlete.”
Eating at home every 3 hours in small portions and shifting carbohydrates in the first half of the day, I did not even notice how six months later I began to respond to the call signs “Apollo”. Here, all conditions were created for the successful return of the fat layer to its native penates.
First of all. Swimming started at 11-12, due to the temperature of the water, which ensured the completion of the evening run at around 21. The body after him very persistently demanded carbohydrates, and when I am so argumentatively asked, I just can't refuse. And then, of course, sleep is the perfect combination for tying the fat.
Secondly. The loads increased in the form of pace, pulse, too, and the percentage of fat burning decreased. And the appetite has not only not decreased — it has become the main gyrus in the brain, the chairman of the board of directors.
And thirdly. Bike rides from distances “around the corner here” stretched to “around the world in 80 days". 3-4 hours of training did not allow us to keep the previous meal schedule in any way, and it slipped to the much-loved sanatorium-boarding 3-time. Large, hearty, dense. The whole life — struggle! You can't beat me, giggle!
So with all the differences in dreams between a passive vacation somewhere in Spain and a sports camp in a very specific forest, there are also plenty of common features. Having checked for myself, I decided that such a pastime has quite a serious potential. Therefore, there were quite definite thoughts related to the desire to combine business with pleasure, namely, to promote a healthy lifestyle in groups of up to 10 people for 5 days from May to October, 100 kilometers from Riga, starting next year. So feel free to email me [email protected] if you have a desire to try something new, even if not yet so conscious, but still. For the demand, not only will we not beat, the demand and I will also give birth to a proposal!
