(Warning, long post incoming, first time Iāve had to break a post into sections )
There have been a few āphasesā of my cycling career where TR has made a massive difference. For context, I started cycling because I was a massive fat git, no background in anything remotely āsportyā.
-------- The Dumb Idea
Iāve just replaced my childhood mountain bike (with a 14kg front suspension hybrid ), Iāve just joined a local club (who somehow didnāt laugh at me ), and Iāve just decided I wanted to ride Landās End to John OāGroats (~950 miles by most usual routes). As you doā¦ Where my fitness was at that time, I might as well have gone āI want to fly to the Moonā.
So, a couple of years later, Iāve got a road bike but my plan to try has been knocked for six by Covid, my kids are shielding (staying indoors as they were extremely vulnerable), Iāve got a turbo but Iām kinda using it for fun and cos I canāt really ride with others, but Iām still training on the basis that āthis is just time to be extra readyā.
Lockdowns looming, itās September, I got TR loaded, launched straight into SSBHV1 (doing things to extremes is a bit of a theme for me ), by the following March Iāve done two rides outdoors, but Iāve got an FTP increase of ~60W since September, Iām the fittest Iāve ever been and Iām now 35kg down from where I started (not all TR, but a fair bit). Iām the closest Iāve ever been to something I could call āa machineā. So, LEJOG is finally on for 2021, more outdoor riding is on the cards for practical reasons, but TR keeps itās place. I get ready, I get to Landās End, Iām there at the start, prepared and confident, ready to take what I thought was my moon shot, and TR played a big part.
By lunchtime on day one, Iām in a coma. Iāve been air ambulanced to hospital after a full frontal disagreement with a car on a descent around 100km in. Well that went well, didnāt it?
-------- The Recovery
A week in a coma, traumatic brain injury, broken bones galore, six weeks in hospital, six months off work and a year till I was back at work full time.
But as soon as I was home, arm still in a sling, my wife helped me up, I loaded up TR, lowered my FTP till Lazy Mountain felt like it should, it was my sanity preserver. At about 4 months post accident, I got the OK to train inside. Within 2 hours I was on the turbo experimenting with how it felt. 2 days later I did a ramp test, the result was pretty humbling, but I loaded up good old SSBHV1 and got on with itš¤£
At 6 months, I could ride outside, it was great for my sanity, but I was freaking terrified, descents especially were emotionally very hard, so I adopted an āeasy outside, hard insideā approach, this time Adaptive Training was a thing, it did a really good job of keeping me honest and sensible, it was a completely different experience to my first āphaseā.
So, in the year after getting back on the bike, and with a heavy dose of TR help, I:
- Got back out, built fitness whilst allowing myself time to rebuild my nerves
- Got to the point where I rode with the same group I was with at my peak without getting dropped
- Did stupid stuff on a Brompton, inc a 100 mile sportive at SPEED and London to Paris in 24hr
- Rode 1000 miles coast to coast across South America, inc over the Andes, in 9 days, on the same bike I nearly died on (which was supposed to be a build on LEJOG, but became a recovery objective )
-------- Old Scores
What about LEJOG? When I woke up from the coma, aside from āwhere am I?ā and āwhereās my bike?ā, pretty much the next thing was āIām coming back to try againā, even from my hospital bed, dosed up on morphine, there was never any doubt. So as TR has just become part of my everyday life, the next opportunity to do LEJOG (in the same event, which became biannual) was this year, and again, it was my main training aid, and as I got closer to the event, and real nerves started kicking in (especially when I was close enough that a bone break wouldnāt heal in time), I went back to my āeasy outside, hard insideā. It was as much a familiar training crutch because I was training inside as I just couldnāt stand the thought of failing this close to the event for a stupid mishap. Hello blue bars my old friendā¦
And yes, the journey to Landās End was a bit scary, I did cry pretty much all of that first 100km, and a few times after that, but after a few photos and walking round the accident site (that I had no memory of), it was back on the bike, up the next hill and on to John OāGroats.
Standing at JOG, after 9 days of riding, with my bike over my head was the proudest moment of my life, Iāll never forget it. 6 years of work, and TR played a damn big part in helping me get through that. I started out having basically no idea what the heck Iād gotten myself into, it helped me get strong, it helped me recover after my accident, itās now firmly embedded that thereās never really a question of programme, itās which day do I take as my rest day
So yeah, thatās a lot longer than I intended to write, and I know itās not especially a numbers thing and probably awfully circumstances specific, but Iād considered putting this to email a few times just to say thank you but held off, cos who wants to read my nonsense? But you did ask