Training Log Archive: BrandNewMe

Pulled myself out of wallowing in misery with an early run with Megan Wright and Rhona Anderson. Such a lovely morning, some really nice friends to run with, life felt much better. Down to meet them on Ferry Road, then cycle paths to Leith walk, to Arthur’s Seat, around a bit then up to the top, down the dry dam and Home via the crags.

Firmly wedged in :-( at missing the Lairig Ghru, and hating myself for deciding not to do it and hating myself for knowing that it was the right decision to make, and hating myself for forcing myself to make he right decision, and general hateful frustrating gah-ness and misery. Next time I’ll just say fuckit and accept the inevitable year of Achilles pain. It’s much more tolerable. It’s amazing how, when you know :-(ness well, you can slip back into it so easily. It feels so familiar, almost comforting.

C • decision 1

Dropped the kids at school, then crags, up the dry dam to the top and home via duddingston and the innocent railway. Nice.

Back on it with a morning run. Achilles was not sore, but I could feel it. I had decided to do the Lairig Ghru last night definitely, but now I am thinking I really really ought not. I don’t want to get injured. I am fit, things are going well, this race is a stepping stone, not the be all and end all. Blah blah blah. But I really want to do it. Gah! What to do? What to do? This is torture.

C • Torture 1

Work charity indoor cycling competition.

The problem with this was that there was no resistance on the bike whatsoever. It was not a cv exercise - my legs don’t move quick enough to get the pulse up - it wasn’t strength either. It just gave me cramp in my hamstrings. Not good at all!

Home via the paint ship

Achilles not good.