tweeked

Like any well planned training plan,the 6to1 training methodology is tweeked from time to time for optimal results. The blog has been silent for the past two weeks as I worked out the specifics moving into the weight training end.
Since this site seems to be all about the numbers or lack there of. Here are the numbers for the last two weeks.
1500to5,3.5to1,1to3
Wanna be strong, pound stakes into the ground. Not one, not two, try 1500. (ok, so this was divided up with 3 hammers so that leaves 500each ) Pound them until you can't feel your arms, then string 5km of tape for a little hand eye coordination.The RWR Anvil cross race has some logistics that can be worked into the 6to1 plan so a few others jumped in for the training camp.
Can't feel your arms or legs? Perfect, now run it hot. That was the formula. It worked so well I didn't feel the hack pin job that went right through my skin until the throttle was shut off after the race. The four letter word that came out of my mouth started with N and ended in ASH.
"What worked once should work again" I figured so the next morning I warmed up for the Provincials by pulling stakes out of the ground and stacking lumber for 3.5hrs before the race. I then ran it hotter than ever and was really cruising. Like a full size SUV hell bent on a speed record, I had it matted in a calculated race to see if the tank was big enough. The tank might have been big enough but there was one problem that didn't get factored in . Someone forgot their gas card and had to go through the ashtrays searching for coin because cash is king at Timmy Ho's. Needless to say, with about two laps to go in the race ,it seemed as if David Suzuki himself had jumped out from a tree Ninja style to cut the gas line to end my full throttle excitement. NO gas,no go.Just a carbon footprint in the ass reminding me that if I am going to run it hot, I better get some offset credits in the form of food.

Bluring the numbers

I was living the lifestyle of a pro. Jetting around from race to race and living large in nice hotels. Flying out to Edmonton for nationals and then jetting to Toronto for the UCI races.My ratio keeping me going despite frozen fingers and Elk speed intervals in Jasper.

But now the ratio is all out of whack. 'Looked back on my training (applying the word loosely here) since I got back from the nationals and it seems the blog should be called 1.5To1. But, there is a way to blur the numbers. It ain't pretty but it works. Just run it hot. The hotter the better. You will either go well or you will forget that you haven't trained when the oxygen feeding your brain has gone elsewhere to try to keep you on your bike. So that is what I did. So much so that I was sitting in the car afterwards wondering if I actually needed to move the car, needed to change or needed to sleep. The only thing keeping me awake were the tails from the cheap seats that kept me laughing. Misery loves company and is the reason I travel to races with others. The Muppet show balcony seats are a good place to be, especially when the whole cast is there.