Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Closing in on marathon number 9

It's been a good week after the disappointing run of the previous weekend.

I am relieved that I am getting back on track to cruising through the run in 3 weeks time.

After resting Monday to Wednesday, I took it easy at PCRG and whilst sore didn't feel I aggrevated my calf too much. Friday was even better taking it slow around Mt Coot-tha which has to be my favorite place in the whole world. Saturday's 32K was simply the best, just to run with friends (Clairie and Gooner) and chat was something I have missed.

Another light run on Monday, with another lap of Coot-tha to keep an eye on Gooner. It's hard to watch him head towards an overuse injury. After expereinceing this and seeing so many others hit this stage after more than a year's running I wonder if there is some way to avoid it. Perhaps not?

Tuesday, June 05, 2012

Number 9

Here we are again ...

It was one of those days on Sunday. Listening to the rain at 4:30 and thinking, "I don't want to do this".

The crew were on fire and I was starting to drift back within the first 5 k. At first, I thought there was something wrong with me (well on top of everything else that is wrong with me). My calf was holding but painful on every stride. I checked my watch as I lost sight of my running comrades (4:25 for the K).

Matt stood by my side after the break at 8K and by 15K I had decided to bail out and head for home. It was too painful and it didn't seem to make any sense to aggravate an injury. I was already dropping back to 5 min/K's. It got real ugly and my heart was gone once I was alone. I was running down to 6 min/K's and just wishing it was over.

23K's by the time I finished, cold and miserable.

Here's a nice song ... no explanation of what it means to me, but I hope you like it too.