Eaten alive by JFW

Jim left me well cooked yesterday (https://www.strava.com/activities/15475420410).

Well cooked but alive.

I stuffed myself during the day. I wasn’t conscious of it yesterday but today I realised that’s what I was doing. Stuffing myself like a turkey. 

(I might be getting my metaphor wrong as I believe you normally stuff the dish and then cook it, and I’m going I was first cooked and then stuffed but bare with me in this one. It is not the first time I get my metaphors wrong)

I don’t know if stuffed turkey is a dish JFW likes but he surely ate me, alive, today.

Look at the profile of the route. That’s a revenge profile. A profile that says I’m going to hit your legs in the first climb. I’ll go to your throat in the second one (I was coughing so heavily at the top that I had to make efforts to not throw up. Didn’t want to ruin JFW’s fest). I’ll eat you alive after the third one.

It was easy for him. The third climb was so steep I needed to use my hands to hold at branches to not fall. I was defenseless.

From that moment he just had the best time. Devouring every piece of me and my soul one kilometer at the time. 

I knew I had one more hour of suffering. 

That was because I listened and took note when he said we were going to run two hours. 

But he was making the route as we were going. I sensed this was going to last a bit longer.

Especially when he asked how we were doing in time and I told him we had been running for 1 hour 40 minutes. 

He changed direction immediately and suggested we had 40 more minutes to run.

It was a whole hour. 

Enough time for him to finish his digestion. 

Ps. I find it funny how it turns out I had my best 400m time of the season in this run. 1m 14s, one more proof that I’m a sprinter.

The run in Strava: https://www.strava.com/activities/15487629357/

Take care of yourself

Javier Arias González

Half a marathon before breakfast with Jim

 

That is for Jim of course. I made sure I had a proper breakfast before heading to the Roehampton Café.

I know all too well that if I don’t have a proper breakfast there is no way I can survive a run like this. I’d be bonking massively, probably before finishing the first lap.

Not Jim. He was solid. Keeping the pace there. Not too fast, but not easy either. Not killing me, but not giving room for me to aim for a sprint finish. Challenging enough to make me happy with my performance at the end but relaxed enough so we had great moments of chat (none of them running uphill in case you were wondering). 

The promised coffee and almond croissant at the end was very welcome. 

The brunch (third breakfast for me) later with the family was fantastic.

In the early afternoon I sat on my sofa, closed my eyes, and one hour later tried to convince everyone in the family I didn’t sleep a one hour siesta. 

No one believed me.

The run in Strava: https://www.strava.com/activities/15475420410

Take care of yourself

Javier Arias González

Back to trail running in the hills with JFW

The farthest I have run this year. 

I begged we run slow as I knew the impact of LEL was still affecting my body, a cold sore in my lower lip is a very reliable clue.

To his credit he ran slow all day, chatting all the way. I just managed to match his pace.

When we were running for about an hour he asked how I was doing and I answered I was doing just fine. That I wouldn’t mind running another hour or two as far as we kept the same pace. That was about half of my talk for that whole hour. The rest was him talking and talking about things I didn’t understand (limited blood in my brain affects my capacity to understand English, or any other language for that matter).

My answer was an honest one though. I was talking very little but with honest words. Until the “big” “climb” in the middle of the run came. About 20 minutes after I felt so optimistic. By the time we got to the top of the steep section I was done. Properly done. More than honest, those were delusional words.

That meant I went even quieter than in the first hour. JFW kept chatting away, saying “good morning team” to everyone we crossed paths with. I wasn’t even saying good morning to any of them. Politeness gets out of the window when I’m tired. And I was very tired.

JFW noticed my silence and inferred my struggle. He wasn’t tired enough so he was polite (JFW was polite to me!!!) and asked whether I prefer to go straight to the car or to take a longer route. 

I broke my vow of silence to just say “I had enough now”. 

We went straight. Which meant downhill. Which was great despite feeling in my feet every single irregularity in the ground. 

I thought we were about to get to the car when I saw a “climb” in front of us. In the profile is the last one but at the moment I didn’t know it was the last one. I couldn’t recognise it from previous runs (like 90% of the route), it looked long and steep for me. 

That felt hard. JFW asking me questions. Me questioning why I was doing this and forcing myself to keep running. I wanted to avoid having to walk at any price. My arrogance almost killed me. 

JFW kept talking all the way to the car, in the car all the way to Cobham, all the time while we were having a coffee at Gail’s, all the way back home. 

By the time we were arriving home my Garmin watch showed a message I had never seen before. “Higher than normal stress detected. Start a breathing exercise to relax?”.

While JFW was talking I tried to take a picture of the message. Between nodding to him to pretend I was listening and having to take my phone out but the time I was ready to take the picture the message was gone. Anyway, I found a picture on the internet, that will do the trick.

I am amazed how great these Garmin devices are. I don’t know if the stress it was referring to was the run or JFW constant chatting, but I got home, did a short breathing exercise (I’d never, ever, would do that in front of JFW) and fell asleep immediately.

Amazing what an hour of no hearing anyone talking to you can do to reduce your stress levels.

The run in Strava: https://www.strava.com/activities/15410834903

Take care of yourself

Javier Arias González

Sumners Ponds with Javier, Nestor and Quico

Probably one of the easiest wins of my cycling career. All down to strategy and race craft.

I knew Javier, Nestor and Quico are strong riders so, when they said they wanted to ride one of the Kingston Wheelers route I offered them a menu of a short and flat ride to Windsor, a short ride to Tanhouse and a decent ride to Sumners Ponds.

Apparently they don't like cinnamon buns, nor are they interested in short rides to a farm. They chose Sumners Ponds. They took the bait.

I gave them all types of details about the Esher sprint as we were riding out. Not that they needed them, we were coming back through a different way. I just was building with them a reputation of a fair competitor. 

We rode all the hills at a friendly, chatty pace. Being tired from the (skimmed) LEL was an adequate excuse. Saving my legs was the real reason.

I saw Javier taking a cheeky sprint at the top of the last ramp before the coffee stop. I duly took note of who to mark at the sprint. Maybe there is something in the name of Javier that makes great sprinters.

At Sumners Ponds I went for a latte (and a scone with cream and jam). I didn't feel the need to disclose the effect caffeine has in my performance. They didn't disclose the effect the cakes they devoured had either so it was all a level playing field. 

We took on Box Hill as the final climb. I thought it was a nicer hill to show off than Juniper. Nice stop at the top to admire the scenery (the real reason being to recover my legs) and the first challenge appeared.

My di2 ran out of battery, I was stuck in the small chainring. A bit of a setback if you want to take the Horton roundabouts sprint. 

But you know me. A man of infinite resources and capable of coming out with a winning strategy even in the most adverse circumstances.

As soon as we left Epson I told them "this section is a bit tricky to navigate with so many roundabouts, let me lead the way" (notice the detail that I didn't mention how many roundabouts we had to pass. genius touch).

What a clever move. They all agreed thinking that would be me killing myself at the front. 

And I pretended to work hard. At the very least I was pedalling fast. But I was taking every roundabout with care, showing them the way. Making sure they got the impression the line was still far away. Looking back to see who was still in contention. A bit worried seeing all three were still there. Javier very well situated at the back of the group. Not looking good for me. 

I did the same in the last roundabout. Approached it with care, got out of it without pushing it too hard. I knew there was a slight downhill section before the finish line. It was critical to keep them thinking the sprint was still far away. I knew they were ready to sprint and I wouldn't beat any of them on my small chainring.

About 30 metres from the line I increased my cadence, looked back and I saw a gap opening. I took them completely by surprise. 

I looked back again and I saw I had time to celebrate. Arms in the air, smile in my face, satisfaction in my soul. Nice and easy win.

They complained saying I wasn't clear explaining where the line was but I put it down to the typical Spanish bad loser attitude. How quickly they had forgotten how fair I was explaining all the details about the Esher sprint.

Can't wait to ride with my British friends, they are much better at losing sprints.

The ride in Strava: https://www.strava.com/activities/15387980356 

Take care of yourself

Javier Arias González