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I have sort of done this...
Was working in finance / strategy at a charity in London and had been living in town for 10 years. Although the job sounds fancy, it wasn't City pay (charities don't pay big); i was on a comfortable-ish income for a modest lifestyle that basically just funded my riding. I have no family or girlfriend to look after. Although the job wasn't too stressful, I was so bored of it and demotivated, and had grown to hate London.
So 6 months ago, I binned the job and moved out to Henley on Thames, where I had a good group of mates. The plan was to work as much as possible at tri shop and chiropractors Athlete Service, and do some freelance writing and just see what happens.
Turns out i'm not getting enough work at Athlete Service to tide me over, but have got bits of pieces of other work to supplement it, and the writing portfolio / exposure is growing. My income is pathetic and I have to be very careful. it can be pretty stressful and I'm definitely not looking forward to the renewal of my car insurance (can't go without the car unfortunately)...
However, I way prefer my life in general. I have flexibility and freedom, and all the work i do is really interesting. Given that nearly all my work is based in the cycling industry I get a fair bit of kit / components / events etc at a good rate, which is a massive blessing.
It may not be a long-term solution for if i ever pull my finger out and get a serious girlfriend, but for now, i'm pretty happy with it, and the businesses i'm working with are young, growing and ambitious, so the seeds are there.
That's me.
edit - oh and leaving london instantly makes everything 10000 x better.
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I've noticed that my power when doing longish efforts (c. 15mins) on flat roads is way different to that when I climb. And doing those efforts totally fucks my hip flexors and hamstrings too... leaves them really fatigued and mashed. Is this because i'm shit at pedalling?
I've got a double sided PM and had a nerd out at the torque and efficiency etc and admittedly it's not so good when i'm riding on the flat compared to climbing, but still reasonable (per what i've read at least)
Ideas?
Tips?
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+1 on this.
You've gotta take TSB with a pinch of salt, especially if you've been changing your FTP every so often to reflect your form.
Sometimes your TSB may be high and you 'should' be good to go, but if you're stressed or tired or something it won't happen... Or if you've started doing different sessions to those your normal. i.e., more intense, or more about volume etc. Your body can respond differently to different things and TSS doesn't reflect this always
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I am a very weak and puny man with legs like twigs. I write enjoy 'strength' work in the gym for the legs an core conditioning for variety and to add a little power and robustness.
I do sometime question why i'm doing it though...
It can occasionally feel detrimental. The DOMS if i've not done a session in a while or if i've upped the weights can fuck me the next day, but if you get a regular routine its ok. If i had less training time i would ditch the gym though. -
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Got back from helping guide at a training camp on Saturday (albeit putting in a lot of my own efforts and doing a lot of my own training at the same time).
TSS for the week was about 60% higher than my usual week.
Appetite is approximately 10000% higher than normal. Initially it was fun, but it's getting boring now
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My normal testing HR is around 36-38. Did a tough 4 hour ride today and it's now 44bpm when comatose on the sofa...
I presume a sign of fatigue? Have noticed higher HR on the evening after hard rides before. Sorta feels like my heart is pumping harder in my chest too .
I know all the stuff that HR will be higher when generally fatigued but not heard of the sensation of the beat being 'harder' so to speak
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https://twitter.com/EC1Collective/status/830823925990977536
'cafe stop like this'... looks like they're having lots of fun. crossed arms, bowed head. -
Yeh i get a satisfaction from totally ignoring one of my random stalkers.