Now where am I up to now?
That’s it, the eighth week.
Almost eight weeks down and settled in nicely with the middle and toughest part of the program getting underway, there have been 5 weeks over 90km so far, with plenty more to come.
There has been very little fast stuff during this time, it’s all base, base, base and while I don’t mind doing intervals on my own I prefer some company so it’s time to head back to club training soon, just once a week.
I’ve still got another couple of weeks of base work planned, then I am going to get back to intervals on a Thursday night, probably best to remind my team mates of what I look like before the cross country and road season starts in May. Also I am planning on running all the XCR’11 rounds heading into the marathon, it will serve as a tempo session for the week.
Eeeep, 32km tomorrow! I am going back to the traditional Sunday morning run, I need to get used to running early on a Sunday morning afterall. Still a little apprehensive about the long runs, I shall start out nice and slow and hopefully finish strong.
Now I’ve been a bit blah last week, nothing I can be really specific about but you know, just the human condition and all that, I get through it, I don’t really do the talky thing.
Humour helps and there is nothing quite like some bad 70s fashion to crack me up. Seriously, did people really dress like this? I was born in 1973 and I certainly don’t remember anything this bad, I only remember my dad in either overalls (for work), jeans and T-Shirts or maybe slacks and fetching pastel shirt for going out.
Never a jump suit though
Make sure you read the copy on this first one, it’s the ultimate fashion climax, apparently. You’re a walking turn on….No dude, you are a dufus in a jump suit, don’t believe the hype. Ok, I’ve thought more about this, how does he take a wee? The logistics beggar belief, can you just picture him standing there at the urinal, stripped to the waist…..oh dear, pass the mind bleach please.
Bjorn is my personal favourite though, it takes a lot of man to work a pale blue jumpsuit, with optional hood (optional? How could you not!), can you handle it ladies?
I especially appreciate the shirt on the far left, dispenses with the buttons altogether, why fight it?
Bob, Paul and Steve look like they want to eat your skin