Time in the altitude house out at VU has come and gone.
There were a number of good things about livin' life in the altitude hotel. Firstly, it's dam motivating being around a bunch of endurance athletes preparing for the Hawaiian Ironman.
Dinner time conversation usually goes like this:
"What did you get up to today Jono?"
"Oh, I've been pretty busy, I went home about 10am, then I snuck off to do some pilates then I got back to do my hour of riding in the heat. You?
"Yeh not too much, just up a touch before 5am to get to swim squad, then back for my hour in the heat on the bike, then to work for 12 hours then I just ran from work to home, to the physio's, then to the gym, then back here and I'm gonna knock off some calf raises then I'll be done.... it's been a cruisey day."
The funny part is you think I'm joking.
Secondly, it's even better being a 'hard working' uni student around a bunch of double timers (that is, full time worker + full time athlete). I certainly appreciate the flexibility in my schedule that's for sure.
Aside from time playing lab rat I've been getting on the bike OUTSIDE (which is freakin sensational)
Take this morning, Beach Road;
-Good training partner, Mitch aka Dr Moo.
On Sunday, out through Eltham,
-No magpies (got lucky)
-Wicked muffins at Smiths Gully (+ coffee)
-Good chatting with Stalds
-Tagging onto a bunch on the trip home (Who knew, a break away bunch from the 6amers , know there's another bunch of guys who I can train with and have my legs ripped off)
All the things that make cycling great; different training grounds, different training partners, tasty baked goods, copious amounts of coffee and those luuuurvely post exercises endorphins. Like all good things, cycling is addictive.
And on a final note I did another interview, this time with Shawry.