I was rudely awakened by a screaming 5 year old at 6am today. I wearily yelled at him to come to me (whilst I'd woken it seemed by legs had somehow missed the wakeup call). "What's up?" I enquire. "I think I poked my eye too hard" he sobs. This is followed by a sorrowfull wail "I poked my eye while I was playing" which gave way to more sobs. Thus began Sunday 26th September in the life of me.
I tried to no avail to get back to sleep (quite difficult with a 5 year old poking your eyes to see what sleeping eyes feel like) and gave in at 7am to begin my day. However full of positive thoughts I at least knew I'd be on time for running today and had time to risk trying breakfast first.
I don't usually eat before running as on evenings it makes me feel bloated and increases my weeble levels but I figured I had enough time between 7 and our scheduled run at 11am to give it a go. In keeping with the new WW plan I had tomatoes on toast and so was welll prepared when Tor arrived just after 10am and so we headed to Paul's.
Paul comes down to meet us positively beaming, a mischievous glint in his eye. Proudly he whips out two pieces of carefully folded paper. "Do you want the green route or the blue route?" he proudly announces. Oh yes, Paul has been extending our route. Now I'm having a blue or green pill moment knowing neither are going to be as yummy as smarties nor have such a wonderfully indulgent effect. Tor very cleverly (ooooh she's so sneaky) asks Paul which one he'd choose to which he responds green. And so this is the choice we go with and ye gads! he certainly extended it. At least another 2 miles. I'm fearing for my back, hip and sanity. Just out of interest Paul shows us the blue route and Tor instantly collapses into hysterics! It was like goddam spaghetti junction. Uphill downhill portside starboard and over the deep blue sea. Perhaps blue route can wait til next week... ah yes when I'm away and Paul's in Poland...
So how was today? Tough in a word. Think I'm booking in at the docs in the morning with my hip/back as it got really painful today... definately beyond achy. See what they say or if they tell me to just get over it! We did drop into a walk in a couple of places but still must have covered about 7.5 miles in 1hr30 and most of it was running. Had a few distractions... Marvin the Garmin ran out of battery right at the start and I felt quite lost without him (mental note to self to take a pic of Marvin and post it up here) then Eid Mela was on in the park so we had to run past some amazing cooking smells... thought we were safely past then hit the funfair with chips, hotdogs, candy floss, doughnuts... mmmm.... doughnuts... Tor broke into a sprint to get past and resist; I've never seen her run so fast and this may be a useful tactic to employ in the half marathon. Now if I can only find someone to run in front of us with hot doughnuts.
Apparently we have only 4 weeks to go so guess at some point soon we're going to have to step it up another notch and swallow that blue pill.
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