Creeeeeak, aghhhhh, was the sound my body was making when I went for a very slow recovery run on Monday morning last week.
Tuesday I prepared for my ride to the station, setting off at the grim hour of 530 in the AM in the pitch blackness. Test the bike headlight, yup blinding, oh, wonder what that little red light is?
2km down the trail on an unlit bike path and I find myself suddenly engulfed in darkness, excellent. The sad thing is it took me a couple of seconds to realise why it was so dark so suddenly, oh, flat battery in the headlight, fark!!!
Oh well, I know the path like the back of my hand and back in the day when I had a paper round I didn’t have a bike light and I used to deliver papers down dark semi rural streets every morning, if I wasn’t scared at 14 I damn well won’t be now. Had to take it easy and not ride too fast though, I did consider hoping up on to the road but I chose to forge ahead in near darkness on the trail.
It is amazing how in the light innocent trees, bushes and sign posts look like innocent trees, bushes and sign posts, but in the dark they look like great looming beasts, hunched over and ready to pounce.
Turns out the little red light is there to warn of an imminent flat battery, perhaps I should have taken the time to read the instructions.
My 16km run back to my bike that afternoon was thwarted when I discovered I’d packed two T-Shirts and no shorts. I now have a spare pair of shorts in my locker so of course I won’t forget them again. At least I had ridden so the day wasn’t a right off.
This of course meant I had to get out for a run on Wednesday. I was working out in Clayton so this lead to a very uninspiring route down Centre and Police Roads (buffeted heavily by passing trucks), up Jackons and back via Wellington Road. It turned out to be a pretty pacey 14km, I think I just wanted to finish and stop breathing in the Diesel fumes.
Thursday, Airlie Street Reps again, 8 of them, up and down, up and down, and so on, at lunch time too, made for a pretty snoozy afternoon in the office.
Friday, squeezed in the long run after work, 24km and I think that spells the end of me trying to do long runs after work, it was fecking awful! Once we start getting some decent light in the mornings I am switching my mid week long run to Wednesdays, I’ll do 90 to 120 minutes around Lysterfield before heading to Clayton for work, I’ve got to get plenty of hills in these legs before Two Bays.
Speaking of hills, the last race in the Salomon Trial Series was on at Silvan on Sunday. I knew that it was all hills between 7 and 10km so I started with the goal of running all or part of every hill. I was doing well, ran all the hills early on, and then the steep ones started, 8 to 10kms was seriously undulating. The last hill, phew! Standing at the bottom the people at the top looked tiny and about to topple on to our heads because it was so steep, a 500 metre slog ensued. When I was about halfway up someone bellowed “FUCKKKKKK!!” from the bottom, hilarious!
The reward was that the last 4km was almost entirely downhill, Weeeeeeeeeeee
It will be a great training course for Two Bays, a two lapper would do nicely to really toughen the legs up, hopefully I can memorise the route.
I need to buy some new laces for my trail shoes though, I had to stop and retie the damn things three times, I might get some of those elastic ones Triathletes wear.