Week 1 Dua

And the hauling goes on. And I just realised that a program was not scheduled yet! After the first two sessions, Azmar persuaded me to ride LEKAS Highway on a weekday at an oddly hour after work. I was in doubt but enthusiast ism pushed people to their boundaries.

Thursday

No more bouncing & spinning to the rhythm of playlists on the trainer. It was the real thing...well almost. Love is a Highway. 6.08 p.m. LEKAS Semenyih Exit. Morning or night ride is common for me, but evening ride...& on weekday some more, this is something. Traffic was heavy with people coming back from work.

The thought of cheating the ride tingling inside, especially when in not so familiar territory. Further to the south, dark sky awaits and it's probably gonna be messy, especially when one have only the helmet & lycra as protection. However, when you're training with an ex-Ironman, there's no room for bargain. We rode into the grey skyline, me, halfheartedly.

Squeezing into the cockpit, gripping the aerobars, we sliced the wind. If people reported there's an alien activitiy nearby, we would be the prime suspect. It was weird, even me felt awkward myself. We were not at the right place at the right time. Nobody rides LEKAS after 6.00 p.m., more over when thunderstorms coming. Crazy? Obviously enough, I was numbed into VO2 max mode all the way. Chasing Azmar was near impossible. He easily left the scene with just a few strokes of his Planet-X bike, at cruising speed effortless. 

The initial plan to ride up to Pajam Exit 15km down south was shelved, since we had to do some running after. It was a BIG relief for me. We turned around at 10km mark, lifted our bikes in the middle of the highway & started pedalling back.

By the time we reached our car, it was 6.35 p.m. and darkness crept in fast. Cars started beaming their headlights & we had just started our run. Again, we were the alien in lycras! It was sick, but we had to do it. 2km to and fro and we packed up just in time Azan broke out. I rushed back home with smirking smile across the face.

Friday

No workout. Just retail therapy at a new local bike shop, Pedal Spot at Seri Petaling. Caressing those gorgeous silky soft bike jerseys, those elegant BMCs and hunky black grupos. No worries, cause no money spent :]

Saturday

A group brick workout. All 6-7 of us. We took it easy on the ride, stayed in the group all the time spinning. Covered most of the cycling route in Putrajaya followed by a 5km run by the lake. Another awesome training with awesome buddies. Azmar, Syah, Doc Taufik, Rozaimi, KA Ibrahim and me. When the brick was over, Syah, Azmar & me tip toed into the pool and laid ourselves to the gentle stroke of cold chlorine for another hour. Now, that's what I called a complete brick-away :]

Time is short. We have barely about 4 weeks training for Powerman, and I don't plan to skip any of those weekend long simulations. I know that my building blocks ain't complete & would rattle at the slightest bump of hazard, be it health or whatever. And I won't get the complete strength and peak as of those yesteryears. As long as buddies around, things would look promising...at least, because Powerman wont have the slightest mercy for each one of us.