I'm freaking out.
Psychological warfare has broken out between The Editor and I, but I wasn't given any advance warning, had no time to prepare and have been left with no ammo to counter. I'm a sitting duck, and I'm being pummelled.
The Editor, like a born again Evangelist, has found what he has been searching for, and is trying to lure me away from my extreme training regime.
It's completely down to The Rat, who makes radical claims about how doing a few egg and spoon races the week before an Ironman will be more than sufficient training to get you through the physically toughest day of your life. This has resulted in a seismic shift in The Editor's training plan.
Out is the weekly planning of a cycle trip to Braemar in the snow, wearing nothing but sumo gear and getting whipped by fresh birch saplings for the entire trip. Gotta get tough for Ironman.
In is a lovely indoor turbo trainer cycle, never rising above a modest heart rate, wearing a nice woolly jumper to give that authentic Mediterranean effect.
I'm left with our previously communal understanding that an incredibly intensive schedule that leaves little or no time for sleep is the only way forward.
At least I'll be allowed a lie in now.
Current weight is 13 stones 2 pounds (184 pounds / 83.5 kg).
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I think you underestimate the sheer training volume of the rat's plan which rises to 20 hrs a week in the peak phase.
20 hours! 20 hours! I'll spend more than 20 hours just eating in my peak phase.
Although 20 hours is considerably more than I interpreted from the initial description.
The Rat advocates an early start, "Get it out of the way, leaving time for other commitments."
This morning I was cycling (and sweating) before 7am.
Although at the moment there aren't any other commitments.
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