Consistency: I didn't know what I didn't know

 This is a short post, but an important one.  It's also extremely geeky, so if you're not into training 'numbers' you might want to turn away now... 

I thought I knew what 'training consistency' meant.  Turns out I didn't, really.  

Coming up for two months in training under the hand of Alan Cardwell and Triathlonworkx and I'm learning.  I'm learning a huge amount, but one of the big lessons is around what consistency actually means, and what I am capable of.  Turns out, that's more than I thought (I know- you told me so, right?). 

Some people will understand these graphs... 



   
 

That's what consistency looks like....  


And the results?  Well it's early days.  But so far: VO2 Max for both running & biking up, front crawl swimming pace up, weight and body fat percentage down.  And that's just the start. 

  


Consistency, accountability, and hard work.  The next ten months are going to be hard work, but I'm looking forward to seeing where this could take me....








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