Time in Bed Versus Sleep: What 9 Years Taught Me
About nine years ago I decided it was time to take quadrathlon seriously, and up to that point just finishing had already felt like success — but I knew my competitors were training fifteen-plus hours a week while I was under ten, and with a baby son at home and a...
Mental Load and Recovery: What My Training Partner Taught Me
A few years ago I was looking for somewhere to kayak indoors in Budapest over winter. Some kayak clubs have these pools built to mimic real paddling, and at one of them, talking to the manager, I found out a dragonboat team from my own village trained there twice a...
I Was Just Too Tired to Show It
I try to keep my training load fairly consistent, whatever the number happens to be that year. Some years it’s close to ten hours a week, in quieter years six to eight, and in the more motivated ones fourteen or more. The number itself isn’t particularly...
I Lied to My Watch, and It Cost Me the Run
I was exhausted that day. Training had been a bit harder than usual, my appetite was bigger, and instead of doing the one piece of work that actually mattered, I scrolled reels for an hour, half-dreaming about other people’s excitement instead of getting on with...