Training Log Archive: Vaala

Nice little cruise around the Bowenvale Valley on a pretty much perfect morning. So perfect that I was tempted to run for much longer but I was sensible and didn't. Then headed to Hansens Park to cheer on my workmates.

Round and round Bottle Lake with M. Felt okay today after actually getting some sleep (despite getting up in the night to check on Molly Cat after hearing a cat fight outside our window). I like mtbing. My wrist really really does not. I (attempted to) ignored it.

Also, awesome shopping spree today! New headlight (yay!), new hiking shoes (M thought they looked so good he got a pair too!), new tights, new tops, delicious (haha) gels...forgot to get the flea treatment for the cat though.

C • Fleas 2

Run attempt #1: I checked the light the night before and it was green and all good. It was not going in any form at 5:45am when I tried to turn it on in the morning, after driving up to the SOT. I was so tired I had a meltdown and it was far too dark for anything but road running under street lights which I was not doing.

Run attempt #2: the day got progressively worse after run attempt #2 with super super frustration at work so by the time I got home I was not in a good space. M promised me a massage if I went running though so I rode to the valley and started running up there. I didn't feel that good but it was okay. Then I did some tussock bashing which was okay but I mostly walked 'cause I felt so smashed. Then, kinda suddenly, I got the shakes so bad I felt like I wasn't in control of my limbs any more and I had to sit down for a while before a terribly slow jog down Albert Tce and back to my bike.

I didn't get a massage. But I did get pizza.

Pilates and some stretching. It's hard work man. Not quite as hard or as draining as spending, like, 6 hours on a damn date of birth field in a form though. My god, I think my brain is going to explode. What day of the week is it? I'm so confused.

Had bookgroup tonight so went for an early morning jog round the mean streets of St Martins and the great river of the Heathcote to try and loosen my legs up a bit. Must have worked as they felt a bit better by the end and biking to work on Miss Monaco wasn't so exhausting.

Out to the TT from work. My legs were already tired and the heat was hot!

Hard work. I feel like my thighs were still smashed from Sunday (when they were still smashed from the previous weekend!) and then after the turnaround M had us in some super hard gear and I thought I was going to expode in frustration as it felt like I was battling my way through super thick mud.

Home again into the windy wind. Shattered.

So tired. So chaotic.