Targets
I registered for the 20k of Brussels, on the last Sunday of May. Nothing special, were it not for my complete lack of training over many months. And for my weight, which perfectly reflects the previous factor.
Instead of a sophisticated training schedule, I decided to keep it simple. At the end of February, I should have run 30 minutes at least 3 times and weigh no more than 84 kilos. At the end of March I should have done 60 minutes 3 times and weigh under 82 kilos. At the end of April, 90 minutes 3 times, and 80 kilos. And at the end of May 120 minutes 3 times and 78 kilos.
That should get me to the level I had two years ago. Ambitious? Probably, but not doomed to fail.
Tonight I did my second 30 minutes, in hilly Geneva (the first was with Ellen early this month). Weight-wise I think I am fine too. So the start is there.
Mind you, in this schedule (as in The Waste Land), April is the cruelest month. Breaking through the 80 minutes brick wall barrier is notoriously hard.
Buckets of moral support, please!
Diary of what followed after I finally succeeded in completing a marathon just in time, before my 50th birthday.
Wednesday 24 February 2010
Fare pay
My Geneva room is conveniently located along the tram line that also stops in front of the office, about 15 minutes from when I get on. The fare is a bit pricy at 3 Swiss francs or 2 euros, but the ticket vending machines at the tram stops accept both currencies. Which I consider a great plus, being an international commuter myself.
But. The machines only say they accept cards; my entire deck of them has been refused repeatedly. So it's coins I need. Another but. The machines do not give change. If I insert a 5 francs coin, the ticket will say I have paid too much and mention the amount of overpay. Apparently, one can go to the office of the Tram Exploitation Company to get a refund of the excess payment. I imagine piling up little dockets until, one day, I find the courage to queue up in an office building and receive what they owe me.
Funny system.
In contrast, the Flemish bus services have introduced a facility for paying one's fare through a text message. Much simpler, and much cheaper too: for a trip from the airport to home I now pay 1.3 euros instead of 3.0.
Switzerland vs Belgium: 0-1.
My Geneva room is conveniently located along the tram line that also stops in front of the office, about 15 minutes from when I get on. The fare is a bit pricy at 3 Swiss francs or 2 euros, but the ticket vending machines at the tram stops accept both currencies. Which I consider a great plus, being an international commuter myself.
But. The machines only say they accept cards; my entire deck of them has been refused repeatedly. So it's coins I need. Another but. The machines do not give change. If I insert a 5 francs coin, the ticket will say I have paid too much and mention the amount of overpay. Apparently, one can go to the office of the Tram Exploitation Company to get a refund of the excess payment. I imagine piling up little dockets until, one day, I find the courage to queue up in an office building and receive what they owe me.
Funny system.
In contrast, the Flemish bus services have introduced a facility for paying one's fare through a text message. Much simpler, and much cheaper too: for a trip from the airport to home I now pay 1.3 euros instead of 3.0.
Switzerland vs Belgium: 0-1.
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