Wednesday 5 May 2010

Chumbawamba

You know the one, I get knocked down but I get up again.... So I did and I have. Not without a fight though. Post Fling was tough, much much tougher than I was letting on. I spent days hiding and moping and pretending I was feeling better than I actually was. Truth is I was ill all week but shhhh, don't tell anyone.

Then I got a message from Mrs RD of the Cateran Trail Ultra suggesting I swap my role as marshall for a place (at a price....) and ping, off I hop into frantic organisation mode again.

And so it was on the Tuesday, in a bid to scrape myself off the floor, I resumed training at the club much to the horror of those there. Why why why they asked? Why why not I said. Um, because you still look like death. Even after a pep talk from El Presidente, in which I agreed to take it easy all week doing nothing more strenuous than a brisk stroll, there I was on the Thursday lining up at the start for the Kinross 10k. I still had the shakes but there were cakes after and I was almost starting to feel human again.

going so fast at Kinross 10k I'm all a blur...

All things considered it wasn't a bad race, in fact, I did okay coming within a couple of seconds of my PB. Hmm, imagine what I could do healthy.....  I deluded myself just 36hours later that running strongly on the Thursday night meant I could bag a 5k PB at the Parkrun on the Saturday. Mistake. After a mere 1k running through treacle I pulled out with heavy legs and canny-be-arsedness. Gosh, 2 DNFs in a week.

On Sunday night I belted round 7.2miles along the unlit road and through the dark spooky woods to Limekilns to collect my car from the previous evening's piss-up. On Monday I really belted round 11miles after planning a week of training like a demon and then blasted through another 5 on Tuesday night. But now I'm strapped up tighter than a nun's chastity belt as my calf has twanged yet again. It's my own fault, I never got any pre-Fling niggles so the niggle gods have got their revenge.

Never mind though, a couple of days of obsessive icing, massaging and stretching and it'll be just fine for the Cateran Ultra. Yeah??

5 comments:

  1. Go for it, Lesley. Top girl for getting straight back on!! If I can get my daughter taken care of I'll see you there.

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  2. You be sensible now and look after yourself and you’ll be fine for the Cateran, oh dear I’m sounding like El Presidente, well unless you behave I’m telling El Presidente!

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  3. rice. rice. rice and not the eating kind. looking forward to a storming account of the cateran :)

    ....think i may have caught the canny-be-arsedness bug too.

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  4. I'm in hiding til after Fiona!
    RICEd and nearly better Kate!
    See you there then Dave!

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  5. Good luck at cateran.
    I do the same thing as you just did. Sometimes I just cant resist a good race.. ever

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