‘May the odds be ever in your favour’
After Fridays fall then Sundays ‘defiant’ half marathon (yes I can do this, I’m fine, the distance isn’t an issue, oh no wait, the pain!) I’ve had a rather quiet week so far.
Running is very difficult as the movement hurts my cheek a bit too much. At most I’ve done the odd mile on the treadmill to keep me from going insane but I’ve spent the entire time gurning like your grandfather and checking every two seconds it’s not started bleeding again. Good form it is not my friend.
I managed a session in the pool – which was one of those where I had to guilt myself in to going – and did an ok 2000m. My swim buddy bailed on me because of the rain and a heavy weekend but I had a set written on my hand – and I made him feel suitably bad the next day.
I also managed an open water session at Loch Ore again. However this time the wind was against me and it was incredibly choppy. At one point I was at the second buoy and every time I looked up – oh yes, my face was actually in the water! – I was getting further and further back from it. I persevered though but again the third lap was very much a ‘force yourself’ lap. Had Joe been finished his run I would have quit at 2 laps. It did make me feel better to hear the stronger swimmers complaining of how hard it was though.
Any form of weights, pull ups, push ups or even some yoga has been completely off the cards this week so far. My hand has turned a lovely shade of black and blue (which I’m taking to mean it’s getting better) and reminds me quite often it’s still not quite right. So it’s been impossible to apply any pressure on it what so ever.
So that leaves me with only one thing I can comfortably do – and it’s the one thing that landed me in this broken bodied state in the first place – cycling.
I’ve stuck to the spin bike as we appear to be in monsoon season right now, not keen to have another crash I thought it the sensible option. I’ve tried following it up with a run but as I said it’s still too painful on the cheek so thats been limited to a mile. I’m dealing with it all not too bad though to be fair. I mean, I haven’t hurt anyone (yet, however there have been a few moments that have involved clenched fists). There have been moments I’ve gazed longingly out the window desperate to go for a proper run, U2’s With or Without You playing over and over in my head…..
But I’m ok. I’m dealing with it.
I may have had to look the other way when I’ve driven past someone running down the street, getting their fix, wondering when I’m going to get mine, cautiously trying not to swerve in to them out of jealousy…..
Honestly, I’m fine.
In all seriousness I should be back to running properly again by Saturday. And even though I’m working I can still get out for my 5 miles at lunch time – regardless of wind or rain I’m running!
Then it will only be 3 weeks until event day. 3 weeks to get that last long ride in. That last open water swim. That last long (ish) run.
Plenty time to change the nappy as I will be well and truly ‘filling ma breeks’ by then!
Is it Saturday yet?