Training Log Archive: BrandNewMe

dropped the kids off at school then to Arthur’s Seat. Set off up the gutted Haddie thinking I’d reccy the handicap before Monday, but the most was so thick it was a bit futile. Got to the top of the seat, then nether hill, then crow hill was in the mist. Guessed which direction to head to dunsapie Hill, up whinny and by then I was bored of the mist so found the easy path to they dry dam and down to haggis Knowe. Back via the crags and the paint shop.

In a bit of an odd mood over the past few days. Not sure I know what I am training for any more.

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Warm up and down

20 x 1 min on 30 secs off around the meadows, on a very hot day. Sweaty. There was a slight breeze though, and quite a bit of shade under the trees.

Southern Craiglockhart from work, along the canal to Craiglockhart on the way out, back via Myreside and HP to the canal. Hot! Nearly got hit by a golf ball on the top of the hill. Happy doing 7:10-ish min/miling on the canal which was good.

The good thing about being a BlackRocker is that they have lots of nutty things they do to keep their employees happy. Please come along and watch the Germany South Korea match in work time while we ply you with ice cold soft drinks and nibbles (beer tomorrow though I can’t make it, and Friday afternoon off at 3 cause it is sunny and I don’t work Fridays. You win some...). So 2 Irn Brus and a very exciting last 10 mins of the match was perfect prep for my run. Caffeine-tastic!

It was still hot hot hot though, as I slogged it over the meadows, down Castro and up the crags home.

Inverleith Park reps. 8, 6, 4, 3, 2, 1 very hot

Priestfield, up the Innocent Railway, up to the col, down the nice side of the bog and back via the crags.

Crags, back via Castro then past Nelson Hall to coop. Boiling. Brown crop top dusted off for the first time in over 10 years.

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.

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