I am sure there is a quaint pithy little saying out there somewhere that would sum this up more eloquently but I am not going looking for it.
I hadn’t really planned in this being a rest week but with one thing and the other it’s worked out that way, I am not all that fussed and in hindsight after the Two Bays effort ’twas probably for the best.
Thursday – another sleeplek session starting at around 5:45am and marginally better than Tuesdays effort, just 5km this time and I chose a different route this time.
In the afternoon it was out to Berwick for club training and we were on the grass oval. A nice well kept grass oval would be blissful to run on, I’d probably even be tempted to go barefoot. Unfortunately water restrictions and drought conditions have not been kind to our oval and it’s a little rough and uneven under foot. So while a little bit of a chore to run on I console myself with the thought that it’s probably great conditioning for cross country.
A descending ladder was the order of the day, 1km, 800 mtre, 600, mtre, 400 mtre and 200 mtre with a 200 mtre walk recovery. Each rep worked out a little bit longer but considering the surface I was pretty happy with the overall pace with each rep getting a bit faster, though the 800 and the 600 were pretty much the same, I slacked off a little. I was running on my own, but as usual that doesn’t really bother me because I started each rep with the others.
Worryingly, during the warm up around the oval both my shins decided to go crazy and start hurting, it was completely out of the blue, shin splint type pain shooting up both shins, SHIT! I put on a brave face and finished the warm up telling myself that if it didn’t settle down when I did strides I’d pull the pin. Thankfully it did, it had gone away by the time I did strides and there was no bother during the session. I just put it down to the hard ground and the rough running surface. Scared the hell out of me though as it came out of no where! I gave them both an ice massage at home and got on the anti inflams for a couple of days. There is no swelling or pain and there hasn’t been a peep since, still, it had my blood running cold for a couple of days.
Friday – My boss is off for 4 weeks so I am filling in for her (major Eeeeeek, usually she delegates up when she is away but her boss was retrenched just before New Year so it’s come down to me), I was cruising along OK until Friday afternoon when a small amount of poo hit a fan and stuff needed sorting, so I didn’t get out of the office until after 6pm, it was freaking hot, I couldn’t face 10km on the treadmill and basically I pulled a heart muscle and just skipped it :roll:
Saturday – 9km up in Sherbrooke was planned, nice and early to beat the heat. I met a friend to show him around but owing to my propensity to talk to much (no! really!!) I missed a turn off and the first loop was only 6km, a nice big hill in there though. Unfortunately due to Friday’s goings on at work I had to be home for a 9am teleconference so left my mate to explore on his own and I reluctantly shoved off home.
Sunday – I decided on a route at Lysterfield that would take in three good hills, only about 14km but in the spirit of a rest week enough for the day and good quality running. We had a bit of a group today so was showing some people around who hadn’t been there before. They we all stronger than me so run “leading” was more me shouting instructions from the back of the pack :lol: still, they know the way now so can choof off there to their hearts content now without slow poke to hold them back.
The reward was a wade in the lake at the end, perfect morning and it was lovely in there, very tempting to have a swim but I didn’t bring bathers, next time for sure. I stood around for a bit chatting with some friends and watching their kids mess about in the water, it’s probably the best way to finish a run. Back up on the grass we were washing our feet under the tap when the youngest looked a little perturbed about how he was going to get back to the path without getting his feet dirty again, so I picked him up and plonked him on the path –
Em – Phew, you are heavy
Munchkin – No I’m not, I only weigh 22 kilos
Em – Ok, well I am just not very strong
Munchkin – That’s because you are a girl, girls are not very strong
Cheeky little imp, lucky for him he is a little sweetheart
Quite a bit of rough ground and hurtling down hills this weekend and nary a protest from my shins, must have just been a brief hissy fit.
Please don’t tell me to be careful, I know! I really do know!
Oh, saw a Lyrebird with all his tail feathers on display on Saturday, gorgeous creature.