The 90-minute, lung-bursting Eat Sleep Cycle Blast

By February 2, 2017 Cycling

By Brian Canty

A deathly silence descends over the Eat Sleep Cycle WhatsApp group. There’s a ceasefire. The volley of messages has slowed to a crawl. The fusillade of updates that typified the morning has stalled.

I can see smoke coming from the top of my own phone, such has been the ferocity of typing. Lee’s phone is so hot he tried to fry eggs on it once and Lou’s phone is already at 65% battery. It’s not yet 11am.

I double-check I’m connected to the Wi-Fi and ensure the tiny ‘clock’ in the right-hand corner of my last message has changed to that ‘Nike’ sign which tells me the group has received my latest message.

It was 4 minutes ago. And yes, the group has received it. I’ll give it a minute. Maybe they’re on a call.

They, by the way, are the aforementioned Lee and Louise, my Eat Sleep Cycle co-founders. They are the managing directors, marketing managers, HR managers, social media strategists, plumbers, painters, mechanics, guides, drivers and just about everything else. They are the all-in-one type. They are the one-for-all type.

But as well as the above (and many, more things besides), they are cyclists, very keen ones.

That’s why there is no WhatsApp ping-pong right now. Operations are ceased for the time being and I surmise that an Eat Sleep Cycle Blast is currently in progress.

The ‘Blast’ is the term we coined for how we train right now, so busy have things become with the company.

Here’s how it goes; the last e-mail is batted away, relative peace and harmony has been reached on the chat, the morning’s eggs have been digested and there’s a small, small, window to squeeze out for an Eat Sleep Cycle Blast.

The Blast typically takes place between 11am and 1pm, but definitely not daily and definitely not restricted to that slot.

It’s a good time to go because we close the shop at 11am and usually start feeling hungry again by lunch-time.

Lee loves getting out on the flat road to Cassa de la Selva and onto Caldes before swinging around at Llagostera. Here, he loves a good 6×3-minute all out session.

If he has more time he’ll cruise to Tossa and come back over Sant Grau.

Certain loops are called after riders here. I’d call this the Comerford Coast Loop, but today he has to be back by 1, so it’s The Blast.

I, on the other hand don’t mind a few hills and my blast would be up to Canet d’Adri, swing right at the Sant Gregori road and come back over Las Serres and possibly even Mas Lunes if I’m going well. Three 5-10 minute climbs here in Zone 4 and I’m happy enough.

Lou’s blast is the same length of time but because she’s a woman she has way more imagination than us two with regards routes.

Nonetheless, she fits in her training and that’s all that matters.

The Blast is quick and to the point. It has no coffee stops. It’s about producing as much lactate in as short a time-frame as possible.

Lou will instruct Lee to “go for a blast” if she feels productivity is dipping in the shop. Lee messages me and says “hope you are riding your bike man”.

We never do The Blast together because someone is usually in the shop, someone is elsewhere in a café or at home working or doing one of the million jobs a company must do daily.

One lucky man (or woman) is out training and it’s impossible to understate its value.

We arrive back turbo-charged. It helps us think clearer and act more decisively. It keeps our bodies and minds in check and allows us track our progress, or not!

Sometimes we meet each other on the road, though rarely, but there have been occasions where we’re passing one another in the zone.

I recall passing Lou and two clients at a bus stop once. The less said about that one, the better…

But you get the idea. The Blast is a thing of painful beauty and we wouldn’t change it for the world.

Fancy a Blast??

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