Training Log Archive: BrandNewMe

Still crocked. Fun family day anyway. EICA Ratho do a 'get the family started in climbing' session, so the 4 of us did 2 hours with our own instructor, all gear hired, at the climbing arena. There was some lectures on safety, how to do the harness and ropes, how to belay etc. i got up and down one of the really high walls. It was pretty scarey though. Cycled out and back with the kids, and we had a late lunch in the bridge inn beforehand. As bearable non-running days go, this was as good as it gets.

I've sewn myself back into my cloak of respectability again. I am a grown adult that acts responsibility at all times. I can hold mother / son debates of whether the word 'dick' is ruder than the word 'cock' (we were walking past where Hoddy's flat is at the time. This is the sort of question Hoddy would love to answer, and would do a much finer job of it than I did) and whether is was true that c*** was rude as he thought it meant going on a car hunt, like when you were looking to buy a car, which he imagines must be even worse than curtain shopping, so he can appreciate the frustration and anger associated with the word. It doesn't mean car hunt Laurence, and is probably best not mentioned again. At all. Ever. I thought I was doing quite well with my explanations, considering my fragile state, but I sort of gave up when he found a tampon later and wanted to know what it was for. It's a make-up thing Laurence...

It was the HBT handicap today. I wasn't going to run it, cause the beer drinking clearly doesn't fit in with the new me, but Calum wanted to run it, so Laurence did too, and I ran with him cause he doesn't like the dogs. We managed the first loop, just over 2miles (St Margaret's Loch up Castro and back via the bog and round haggis knowe), which is ok for him. Lemonade downed by the kids, not beer, which is much trickier. I skipped the AGM and took the kids to the rival AGM at Don's, where all the mummies with kids were hanging out. Orienteers are infiltrating the brown movement. Sarah o'n is the new trotter captain, and Peter FG is subservient sex captain. Running around while the kids were cycling added to the mileage. Calf very not happy:-(

C • Dick vs cock 3

Really quite damaged calf. Was it cause I was talking to Tessa about doing reps for the first time in years?

We have been kid free since last Friday, and have adopted a somewhat less mature lifestyle all week. We have had no food in the house all week. We have slept in until 7:30 every morning. We have gone to bed later than 10 most nights, and I have easily drunk more in the last week than I have done in the previous year put together. the kids were delivered back tonight. Ray was sorting that out as I went for some drinks with work colleagues after work. And managed to double my alcohol toll for the week with tonight's effort. Scary stuff! I haven't had a memory blank like that for ages. Giving it all up from here, and back to being a proper person!

Run to work. Or shuffle. I wore my f-lites last night which are nice, really lightweight shoes. The only problem is that they totally fuck your feet up. 26 bones in each foot, all of which are broken. ;-)

10 mins after getting up my foot fractures have healed, and I can jog to work.

Jog from work to cse to meet Tessa then over Arthur's seat. Fun. My calf is an increasing problem again. Boo

Saw the queen! Driving past! Well I did but Tessa was looking the wrong way:-)

From work to Pat Squire's and back.

Sprintelope. Fun. I fell for some dead ends, and did 9-11-10-11-12 and felt v ropey. Calf didn't go, but was getting tighter and tighter. Hmm. Still hopeful of surviving the summer.

Then back to work for a shower and to pick up the scooter, and off to catch then end of the meadows 5k, then off to cloisters and out for dinner with some trots, then drunken scooting home, which was v dangerous indeed. Still a bit wiped out :-(

Ridiculously wiped out all day. I hope it wasn't from running in the rain yesterday. Don's for dinner, then shivering under multiple blankets, tucked up on the sofa watching cycling.

I lent my bike to don's elderly mother, and decided to try scooter commuting. Fun, if a little dangerous. Lozza's scooter has tiny wheels. On the lovely meadows path you can get to 8 min miling easily, then you hit a slight bump and go flying.

So tired. Drive the van to a garage in leith for its pre-summer pimping, run back. I had forgotten that I had a sore foot. I remembered quickly enough.

Home via craiglockhart and blackford hills, which were slippery in the driech weather.