Sunday, May 28, 2006
Falling asleep at the wheel...
Well I am pissed off at myself, but have hopefully snapped out of it. My calf injury, that was caused by not wanting to cut a workout short by 10 minutes, has now cost me two weeks of training. Actually, trying to train too hard on my second session back cost me the second week, but you get the idea.
Hoping to make the SMH Half, I took all of last week off. However, a test run the night before the race indicated that 21.1 kms a 4 min/km was not giong to happen, so I did a short run the next day (cursing the conditions - my course PB was set in pouring rain - not the beautiful sunshine of last Sunday). Only lasted 20 minutes before my calf told me that was enough.
Foolishly turned up to SWEAT on Tuesday morning (feeling like a pike because I hadn't been last week), and encouraged by a pain free warm up, ran the session as normal. Felt great in the first 1200 (about 4:04) and great for the first half of the second. However, rather than gradually getting sore, my calf just popped, and I limped home (fortunately I had riden there), to chastise myself.
To make matters worse, I have been really slack in my down-time, doing nothing to really help things (eg icing, strecthing) and no alternate work (riding, strength sessions). Parenting has a wonderful habit of filling any spare time you may have, but this is totally at odds with the serious focus I need to take for the next 5 months if the numbers at the side of my blog are to have any meaning. Tomorrow's the start of another week, so I will do my usual Monday refocus.
On the positive side, I did ride Thursday and Friday, and ran for 22 minutes Saturday (5km) and 31 minutes today (7km). Today was the first time in two weeks that I have pulled up before my calf, and hopefully tomorrow will continue the trend. Will do SWEAT on Tuesday morning, but will really take it easy (so if you read this and see me running quickly - trip me over) - mostly for the discipline of getting out of bed at 5:30am.
A big day for Louis last Wednesday - sending daddy away from day-care without any tears! So some photos are in order...



Hoping to make the SMH Half, I took all of last week off. However, a test run the night before the race indicated that 21.1 kms a 4 min/km was not giong to happen, so I did a short run the next day (cursing the conditions - my course PB was set in pouring rain - not the beautiful sunshine of last Sunday). Only lasted 20 minutes before my calf told me that was enough.
Foolishly turned up to SWEAT on Tuesday morning (feeling like a pike because I hadn't been last week), and encouraged by a pain free warm up, ran the session as normal. Felt great in the first 1200 (about 4:04) and great for the first half of the second. However, rather than gradually getting sore, my calf just popped, and I limped home (fortunately I had riden there), to chastise myself.
To make matters worse, I have been really slack in my down-time, doing nothing to really help things (eg icing, strecthing) and no alternate work (riding, strength sessions). Parenting has a wonderful habit of filling any spare time you may have, but this is totally at odds with the serious focus I need to take for the next 5 months if the numbers at the side of my blog are to have any meaning. Tomorrow's the start of another week, so I will do my usual Monday refocus.
On the positive side, I did ride Thursday and Friday, and ran for 22 minutes Saturday (5km) and 31 minutes today (7km). Today was the first time in two weeks that I have pulled up before my calf, and hopefully tomorrow will continue the trend. Will do SWEAT on Tuesday morning, but will really take it easy (so if you read this and see me running quickly - trip me over) - mostly for the discipline of getting out of bed at 5:30am.
A big day for Louis last Wednesday - sending daddy away from day-care without any tears! So some photos are in order...



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Keep smiling Sparkie - and I'd recommend that you don't ask people to trip you over. Perhaps a friendly tap on the shoulder might be a better idea ;-)
Don't know whether to offer a hug or a kick for ignoring your own advice. So I'll give you a virtual hug ((((Sparkie)))) and forcefeed you your own words: "Need to start listening to my body, not focusing on the numbers on the piece of paper"
happy to volunteer for tripping duty :) actually the point where you overtake me would be ideal hey?
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