Check out how smug I was in my last post where I was bragging about how I’d done so well losing weight since the turn of the year! Well, I learnt a good lesson about dieting and training on Saturday morning.
I was delighted to get out on the bikes with my mate Stu who I cycled to France with. He’s had a number of injuries over the last 12 months but seems to be on the mend so I hope he’ll be out with us more often this year. We had a good chat and some banter around the first 27 miles of our route, then Stuey sensed the end was in sight and picked the pace up a little.
In normal circumstances I find the last 8 mile run-in on this route a good blast. It’s largely downhill from a beautiful village called Bitteswell, along quiet country lanes in the Leicestershire countryside. Anyway, on Saturday I wasn’t so keen.
As soon as I had to start working harder, I found there was nothing in the tank. My quads felt heavy and ached to the point of exhaustion as I tailed behind Stu who was holding a 19-20 mph pace. As soon as we hit the solitary incline on the run home I dropped way back despite pushing as much as I could. The rest of the way home was just a case of keeping the wheels spinning and reserving some strength for Sundays 12 mile run.
Now, I do suffer from bad days from time to time and I am conscious that form and fitness only come along with hard work and dedication. But this felt like something different and it didn’t take much analysis to work out what was going on.
I think I bonked.
Bonking is a “technical” cycling term relating to the point when you’ve got no energy left to draw on in your body. Chris Froome was in danger of doing it in last years Tour de France and suffered a 20 second penalty when he got a late energy gel from the ever-loyal Richie Porte. I’m not saying that the situation coming in to Sapcote was anything like the one Team Sky endured on l’Alpe d’Huez, but I do think I bonked!
Looking at what I ate on Friday helps explain. With a total intake of around 1500 calories I hadn’t fuelled up for the ride which burnt 1200 calories in itself. The tank was well and truly empty!
On rides of that distance I don’t bother with snacks but could’ve murdered a banana just to get some strength back. As soon as I got home I started steadily carb loading with some macaroni cheese for lunch and a pasta dish for dinner. I think I just about got enough in to cope with the 12 mile run on Sunday, but won’t be risking the same situation happening again.
So, lesson learned: In place of my daily tuna salad I’ll be having a pasta salad on Fridays from now on, with a proper carb balanced dinner in the evening. That’s about the best I think I can do to prevent any unwanted bonking in the future but I’m open to other suggestions?…