Monday, 30 September 2013

30/09/2013

Commute:
I've said it quite a lot, I think the best indicator of performance is performance. Given the level of my goals, I try not to get too much more involved than that, a tough ask given my penchants for data.

This said, there usually comes a point each year where I believe a slight nudging of the weight side of the power to weight scale will aid my performance. It always sounds like a great idea, but with it comes some challenges.

That ever so slight change in mental attitude brings about a change to how I see food. If you haven't had the pleasure of being near me during a meal, it's safe to say I'm not afraid of it. When weight becomes a goal, food must be resisted, I have to question every hunger pang, and hollow feeling in my legs. Do I need to eat, or am I just conditioned to? The number on the scale becomes inexorably linked to self confidence, I check what I weighed the previous year, I compare, I (over)analyse.

I suppose it comes down to this. Performing well is fun, I enjoy it immensely when I can make a difference in a race and/or put my friends in trouble. Watching my diet to achieve an efficient system is not fun. Right now, sitting at the end of an exhausting training block, a few extra kgs on the scale the result of a few diet choices, I wonder if I've found the right balance.

D: 7.6km
A: 33m

PMPW: 96kg

2 comments:

Steve Caddy said...

Hungry here (mouth)?
Or hungry here (belly)?

Am I as hungry for a can of cold tuna as I am for that gingerbread man? No? Then I'm not hungry then, am I?

Neil Robinson said...

My hunger is always all consuming. I can and will eat anything and everything if I don't restrain myself.