Right well this is attempt #2 at writing this blog. Blogger had a few technical difficulties this morning.
I had planned to ride my bike down to the Running Room in an attempt to save on petrol. With these prices, every little thing I can do to minimize usage is a good thing. However; I couldn't figure out how I was going to take my running gear with me, cause I couldn't imagine strapping my running bag to my bike anywhere. And I was fixing Chelsea something to eat so I was running a titch behind. (big frigging surprise there eh ladies?)
And then on my way I drove past Theo & Lisa T on their bikes & they had BACK PACKS on to carry their stuff. OMG.. seriously? I have some horrific cerberal hiccups that that has to rate right up there! Geezzzz... d'oh. And the worse thing about it is that I'm sure I did the backpack thing last year... I'm a blonde through and through.
Next time.
So I had been ping ponging a few routes in my head. The one I really wanted to do was the Industrial Run, it's flat but I could only remember parts of the run. Like turning right onto Victoria Ave then the first left or do I keep going straight and then.. screw it. Church run backwards!!! It's the new black!! ahahah
Trish was bringing Natalie so we wanted to keep it easy as Nat hasn't really run since last year. So off we went and low and behold there were 6 other runners joining us. Heu? And yep complaining about Theresa. Listen folks as much as I'm flattered, ya'll can walk where & whenever you want. I walked up Theresa. Trish did, Nat did. You wanna run, knock yourselves out.
Walked crossing over at Duckworth and then on Puget and again on Blake. And I was okay with it. I didn't have any moments where I said HOLY HANNAH that hurt. No stabbing pain, nothing more than perhaps a dull ache on my calf for a bit and a bigger ache on my knee where Angel whacked into me.
That still hurts like a SOB. Oh well at least I didn't damage my knee at all.
We had a jaunty little pace going on Blake heading back to the store. I tried very very hard not to run with Lyndy. I was so tempted, but I hung back and slowed down. We did 6k in 38 minutes. It's a good recovery pace, so it seems to agree with me right now.
And now all I need to do is figure out what the heck I did with the anti inflam cream I got from the doctor. I had it Tuesday night after trails. Now... I have zero clue. None. Nada. I am drawing a blank. I'm going to have to ponder this one. However; I am certain it will be in the last place I look.
Then off for a tea with my good friend Tom and get his take on the Sweep of Orange in Quebec and how he's handling the demise of the Liberals. I still love him though. LOL.
had my tea in front of me and went to put a tip in the tip cup and dropped it into my tea instead. OMG..a ahahah.. ahhhaa... pppfffftttttt.
Thursday, May 12, 2011
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Ruby Tuesday, who could hang a name on you?
Aaaahhhhh the trails, how do I love thee, let me count the ways. What a most perfect evening to run the trails and because I was so excited I took the dogs out when I got home put my old pair of Salomons on that I bought when I was rather drunk one fine Saturday & took them for a 2k run through the Carson & Anne woods.
Then I dropped Chelsea off as she had plans for the evening & headed to the Simcoe Admin Buildings.
The "black" flies where out in force & it was chilly. I thought I had under dressed with just a short sleeve tech on. However; as we progressed into the run, I thought perhaps I was far too OVER dressed. Holy Hannah I was dripping in sweat.
I had anticipated that I would be the sweeper at the back, I was pleasantly surprised when i wasn't, I was the scout between Sandra & the backpackers. I kept Sandra in sight while keeping the gals behind me in my line of vision as well so no one got lost. The front of the herd was wonderful - they'd stop and wait for us to catch up before we diveated from the trail onto a new one.
There were a multitude of cyclists in the woods as well which made for a reprieve on occasion from running. phew.
We did the roller coaster & I thought I would have to walk up the hill, but I managed with little difficulty ( other than gravity) to scale the roller coaster WITH NO UNDUE PAIN TO MY CALF. Ohh that was exciting.
In fact there was little calf discomfort there was more discomfort from the region of my ITB. Now I'm not certain if that's the issue of it's exactly where Angel knocked into me doing about 50 miles an hour. She knocked into Kees on Monday, in the head, then rictoched off him into me. My goodness that hurt. It still does. However; I think I'll put a call out for a foam roller at any rate - just in case.
We got back to cars with 8.5 km under our belt in about 1:05 so not too bad for a relaxed jaunt in the woods with friends.
I did come to some conclusion that when I'm running I need to relax my upper body and that might also help with the asthma issues. It's hard to breath when you are tense around the chest area, so I was trying to implement some relaxation as I was running the last couple k's. I became aware of this as I took a drink of water. It felt like it was stuck near my sternum. So it would make sense if I'm having some difficulty letting liquids flow uninhibited, perhaps I'm causing some of my breathing issues as well.
Hmmm..... something to ponder through out my day.
Then I dropped Chelsea off as she had plans for the evening & headed to the Simcoe Admin Buildings.
The "black" flies where out in force & it was chilly. I thought I had under dressed with just a short sleeve tech on. However; as we progressed into the run, I thought perhaps I was far too OVER dressed. Holy Hannah I was dripping in sweat.
I had anticipated that I would be the sweeper at the back, I was pleasantly surprised when i wasn't, I was the scout between Sandra & the backpackers. I kept Sandra in sight while keeping the gals behind me in my line of vision as well so no one got lost. The front of the herd was wonderful - they'd stop and wait for us to catch up before we diveated from the trail onto a new one.
There were a multitude of cyclists in the woods as well which made for a reprieve on occasion from running. phew.
We did the roller coaster & I thought I would have to walk up the hill, but I managed with little difficulty ( other than gravity) to scale the roller coaster WITH NO UNDUE PAIN TO MY CALF. Ohh that was exciting.
In fact there was little calf discomfort there was more discomfort from the region of my ITB. Now I'm not certain if that's the issue of it's exactly where Angel knocked into me doing about 50 miles an hour. She knocked into Kees on Monday, in the head, then rictoched off him into me. My goodness that hurt. It still does. However; I think I'll put a call out for a foam roller at any rate - just in case.
We got back to cars with 8.5 km under our belt in about 1:05 so not too bad for a relaxed jaunt in the woods with friends.
I did come to some conclusion that when I'm running I need to relax my upper body and that might also help with the asthma issues. It's hard to breath when you are tense around the chest area, so I was trying to implement some relaxation as I was running the last couple k's. I became aware of this as I took a drink of water. It felt like it was stuck near my sternum. So it would make sense if I'm having some difficulty letting liquids flow uninhibited, perhaps I'm causing some of my breathing issues as well.
Hmmm..... something to ponder through out my day.
Monday, May 9, 2011
Ever have one of those Sundays?
Mother's Day started at about 5am. Meh. After taking care of the hounds dietary & "elimination" needs I crawled back in my trusty ol' bed. At 7:50 I rolled out - grabbed my gear and headed off to go for my 10 - 15K run with Sandra.
However; upon arrival I was informed that Sandra had joined TfB for his 10k in Oakville at the Mercedes 10K Race. Ahhh well... I'll figure something out. Cindy was willing to do 11 k with me. Just what I needed - slow and steady.
Unfortunately both Cindy & my body had other plans. Cindy's hip was stiff/sore from her trip back from Big Sur in California, doubled with the driving to the airport in SF. & back from Buffalo.
Me? My excuse ... My ITB was starting to hum. Or was it my quad. My calf was actually doing okay. MY thigh was tighter than a guitar string. *groans*
So our 11K turned into a Je Ne Sais Quoi. No clue ... but that's okay. There's always the next run.
So I know to go and get my stick out and rub that bad boy into shape. It's even doing a few hums right now.
What's up with my left side? It's always the same thing.
I best go get that sorted with a very vigirous massage! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
However; upon arrival I was informed that Sandra had joined TfB for his 10k in Oakville at the Mercedes 10K Race. Ahhh well... I'll figure something out. Cindy was willing to do 11 k with me. Just what I needed - slow and steady.
Unfortunately both Cindy & my body had other plans. Cindy's hip was stiff/sore from her trip back from Big Sur in California, doubled with the driving to the airport in SF. & back from Buffalo.
Me? My excuse ... My ITB was starting to hum. Or was it my quad. My calf was actually doing okay. MY thigh was tighter than a guitar string. *groans*
So our 11K turned into a Je Ne Sais Quoi. No clue ... but that's okay. There's always the next run.
So I know to go and get my stick out and rub that bad boy into shape. It's even doing a few hums right now.
What's up with my left side? It's always the same thing.
I best go get that sorted with a very vigirous massage! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Friday, May 6, 2011
Sadly the last "gym workout" with Theo
I managed to get to cycling 15 minutes late. No praise for all the times I'm there 20 minutes to 30 minutes early... noooooo... never. They only remember when you are late. Buggar Buggar Buggar.
Oh well, life carries on I suppose. So it was an "easy" cycle. Just high tension and some cadence. Yeh.
Corework out & I did lots of stretching - I can feel my quad as tight as a wound up clock. I may have to go get a massage. I thought it was my ITB - but it's too much in off the from the side to be an ITB. So much stretching. And owwies...
Off to the pool. Yeah. 900 meters of drills. 100 warm up. 100 flippers. 100 tickle the toes in front of you. Sounds rather kinky if you ask me, but the idea of it was arms only and keep only a finger tip away from the person's feet that is in front of you. Theo and I took turns. Think he was getting fresh? ahah NOT.
Then 100 m of drills. in 25 m stints - one length of the pool in XX amount of time. Theo was 25 seconds I was 22 but I pretended 25. I know I'm bad. Then it was 50 m in 50 seconds or under. I beat Theo again. I kept it close. LOL.
The second set I was just about to do my flip turn and I was whacked in the shoulder by the swimmer next to me as he was turning doing his butterfly stroke. I got a mouth full of water and I was knocked off my turn and spit up water. I didn't make the turn around. I was heaving over the ledge trying not to throw up. Luckily no one came to my rescue. *rolls eyes* But I suppose if I'm coughing I'm not choking right?
Whatever.
Then another 200 m of swimming and we called it quits. This was Theo's last Thursday in the pool. He's on his bike from now on & cause I only have a KICK ASS mountain bike I would not be able to keep up with him on his road bike. So I'll be back in the pool on Thursdays for sure.
I'll just have to make a little training package for myself. I'll lonely though. No Theo to add that extra bit of pressure to push myself that much harder. I'll manage. In the next few weeks I can head out to the marathon training and partake in their Thursday night runs. Maybe. We'll see. I really do love the spinning/cycling.
Oh well, life carries on I suppose. So it was an "easy" cycle. Just high tension and some cadence. Yeh.
Corework out & I did lots of stretching - I can feel my quad as tight as a wound up clock. I may have to go get a massage. I thought it was my ITB - but it's too much in off the from the side to be an ITB. So much stretching. And owwies...
Off to the pool. Yeah. 900 meters of drills. 100 warm up. 100 flippers. 100 tickle the toes in front of you. Sounds rather kinky if you ask me, but the idea of it was arms only and keep only a finger tip away from the person's feet that is in front of you. Theo and I took turns. Think he was getting fresh? ahah NOT.
Then 100 m of drills. in 25 m stints - one length of the pool in XX amount of time. Theo was 25 seconds I was 22 but I pretended 25. I know I'm bad. Then it was 50 m in 50 seconds or under. I beat Theo again. I kept it close. LOL.
The second set I was just about to do my flip turn and I was whacked in the shoulder by the swimmer next to me as he was turning doing his butterfly stroke. I got a mouth full of water and I was knocked off my turn and spit up water. I didn't make the turn around. I was heaving over the ledge trying not to throw up. Luckily no one came to my rescue. *rolls eyes* But I suppose if I'm coughing I'm not choking right?
Whatever.
Then another 200 m of swimming and we called it quits. This was Theo's last Thursday in the pool. He's on his bike from now on & cause I only have a KICK ASS mountain bike I would not be able to keep up with him on his road bike. So I'll be back in the pool on Thursdays for sure.
I'll just have to make a little training package for myself. I'll lonely though. No Theo to add that extra bit of pressure to push myself that much harder. I'll manage. In the next few weeks I can head out to the marathon training and partake in their Thursday night runs. Maybe. We'll see. I really do love the spinning/cycling.
Thursday, May 5, 2011
FINALLY...
I got home late (again) from work & quite frankly the dogs didn't care one jot!! Imagine that?!?!?!. Hmmm so much for their concern. ahah. So off we went for our walk, ran into a group of doggies, I was set upon by a pug - jack russell cross. What a cutie... took all my doggy treats and left dusty paw marks on my trousers. LOL.
Finally made it back home, found my running gear & discovered my Recovery Socks are losing their compressionistic abilities. Drat. I'll have to look into more. BUFFALO HERE I COME.
Made it to the RR by 6:30 so I figured I might as well just start my run, I hadn't planned to run with anyone so I didn't do anything dumb, like set a stupid pace.. again.
I headed down the trail by the waterfront and managed an okay pace. 6:02 then I had to think myself into a slower pace. I finally got it to a 6:29 pace and while watching my shadow I worked on form.
It was awesome.
I never really thought about doing that before. I managed to keep my arms straight, my shoulders relaxed and the movement minimual through my shoulders.
Before I knew it my pace crept back up again.
So more vigilance in slowing down.
I got to the fence and my plan was to walk when I got to the fence, but I didn't have any pain and my pace was "slow" enough.
So I headed back. Again focusing on my form. Arms, midfoot strike, shoulders, bounce, pace.
I did feel a tick of pain abour the 3.72 mark, so I slowed down a titch, it didn't increase so I kept on going.
I had runners in front of me & we all know what that does to me... well I kept completely focused on trying to match my pace to theirs and NOT zip past them. The ladies had stopped for a walk and only then did I manage to over take them.
Apparently I even knew them.... Way to deep in thought to even realize this until they tapped me on the shoulder as they ran with me.
I got to the 6:33 mark switched off my Garmin and checked the time. 40:37 so it was 4 minutes better with no pain to speak of.
Plus it was a contiguous run. Which is awesome.
Did some stretching at Fred Grant Square & figured before the clock strikes midnight and my leg turns into a pumpkin, I should head home and it the ol' ice pack treatment. So iced - hot bath - iced & antiflam cream and a good old snooze all before 10:30. Not bad.
I'm very very pleased with that run! WOOT WOOT...
Finally made it back home, found my running gear & discovered my Recovery Socks are losing their compressionistic abilities. Drat. I'll have to look into more. BUFFALO HERE I COME.
Made it to the RR by 6:30 so I figured I might as well just start my run, I hadn't planned to run with anyone so I didn't do anything dumb, like set a stupid pace.. again.
I headed down the trail by the waterfront and managed an okay pace. 6:02 then I had to think myself into a slower pace. I finally got it to a 6:29 pace and while watching my shadow I worked on form.
It was awesome.
I never really thought about doing that before. I managed to keep my arms straight, my shoulders relaxed and the movement minimual through my shoulders.
Before I knew it my pace crept back up again.
So more vigilance in slowing down.
I got to the fence and my plan was to walk when I got to the fence, but I didn't have any pain and my pace was "slow" enough.
So I headed back. Again focusing on my form. Arms, midfoot strike, shoulders, bounce, pace.
I did feel a tick of pain abour the 3.72 mark, so I slowed down a titch, it didn't increase so I kept on going.
I had runners in front of me & we all know what that does to me... well I kept completely focused on trying to match my pace to theirs and NOT zip past them. The ladies had stopped for a walk and only then did I manage to over take them.
Apparently I even knew them.... Way to deep in thought to even realize this until they tapped me on the shoulder as they ran with me.
I got to the 6:33 mark switched off my Garmin and checked the time. 40:37 so it was 4 minutes better with no pain to speak of.
Plus it was a contiguous run. Which is awesome.
Did some stretching at Fred Grant Square & figured before the clock strikes midnight and my leg turns into a pumpkin, I should head home and it the ol' ice pack treatment. So iced - hot bath - iced & antiflam cream and a good old snooze all before 10:30. Not bad.
I'm very very pleased with that run! WOOT WOOT...
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Take me away Calgon
I tell you I have the fortitude of a blowing leaf right now. I have this desire you see, a deep burning desire. I urn and urn and urn for this simple pleasure. Above anything else it gives me the deepest satisfaction.... *sigh* Some nights I even dream about it.
Ohhh get your minds out of the gutter.
C-H-I-P-S. plain chips, flavoured, baked, Kettle cooked,I love them all. Excepted all dressed. My favourite brand is Lays ( you can't eat just one) and then any other kettle cooked brand.
They've been my weakness the last 4 weeks. Well they are my weakness all the time but trying to move out of this injury FUNK has created a somewhat unexplainable fixation on potatoe chips... oh why oh why must you taunt me & tease me with your deliciousness? WHY WHY WHY????????????????
So I had a very long think & chat and basically you get out what you put in to something. So I have to shift my mental game away from the chips. How Now Brown Cow?? Really ya think?? Ohhhhhhhhh poop!! I have to reign in my insatiable desire for them. Dang nabbit!!! That's going to be hard.
Now what does this have to do with my work out? LOTS... that whole garbage in - garbage out theory has to do with fueling the old bod for workouts. Chips maybe carbs - but yeah.. when it's your entire calorie base it's not so good.
So as I was sitting on the sofa last night - shaking my fist at the heavens for letting it rain on Trail run Tuesdays. ( Theo's out on the road speed training right now. Which means either spin/swim alone or go out on the trails)
So I flipped on Glee ( I've seen maybe 5 episodes in total) ran upstairs put on my work out clothes, grabbed socks, shoes and pulled out the elliptical.
Off I went. I looked at the tension and said "2??? that's it????" and flipped it to the highest tension and started again.
I was concentrating on form a lot. I wasn't letting my shoulders move unneccessarily & boy could I feel that burning my quads. So I was on the elliptical for about 45 minutes at the highest tension. SWEATING... and you know what? It didn't even bug my calf muscle.
Nuttin.
Nada.
Niets.
Zip.
Zero.
Buttkiss.
I was dripping in persperation even after I stopped. It was never ending almost. I grabbed the cold pack from the freezer strapped it to my leg and relaxed. Then I put it on again for while just before bed, rubbed on the anti inflam cream & it's feeling rather good today!!!
So here's working on NOT succumbing to my chip fettish today.
I'll remember how good that work out was... Ohhh I won't cut them out altogether but I'll certainly be tackling the frequency that I give in to this temptation.
Ohhh get your minds out of the gutter.
C-H-I-P-S. plain chips, flavoured, baked, Kettle cooked,I love them all. Excepted all dressed. My favourite brand is Lays ( you can't eat just one) and then any other kettle cooked brand.
They've been my weakness the last 4 weeks. Well they are my weakness all the time but trying to move out of this injury FUNK has created a somewhat unexplainable fixation on potatoe chips... oh why oh why must you taunt me & tease me with your deliciousness? WHY WHY WHY????????????????
So I had a very long think & chat and basically you get out what you put in to something. So I have to shift my mental game away from the chips. How Now Brown Cow?? Really ya think?? Ohhhhhhhhh poop!! I have to reign in my insatiable desire for them. Dang nabbit!!! That's going to be hard.
Now what does this have to do with my work out? LOTS... that whole garbage in - garbage out theory has to do with fueling the old bod for workouts. Chips maybe carbs - but yeah.. when it's your entire calorie base it's not so good.
So as I was sitting on the sofa last night - shaking my fist at the heavens for letting it rain on Trail run Tuesdays. ( Theo's out on the road speed training right now. Which means either spin/swim alone or go out on the trails)
So I flipped on Glee ( I've seen maybe 5 episodes in total) ran upstairs put on my work out clothes, grabbed socks, shoes and pulled out the elliptical.
Off I went. I looked at the tension and said "2??? that's it????" and flipped it to the highest tension and started again.
I was concentrating on form a lot. I wasn't letting my shoulders move unneccessarily & boy could I feel that burning my quads. So I was on the elliptical for about 45 minutes at the highest tension. SWEATING... and you know what? It didn't even bug my calf muscle.
Nuttin.
Nada.
Niets.
Zip.
Zero.
Buttkiss.
I was dripping in persperation even after I stopped. It was never ending almost. I grabbed the cold pack from the freezer strapped it to my leg and relaxed. Then I put it on again for while just before bed, rubbed on the anti inflam cream & it's feeling rather good today!!!
So here's working on NOT succumbing to my chip fettish today.
I'll remember how good that work out was... Ohhh I won't cut them out altogether but I'll certainly be tackling the frequency that I give in to this temptation.
Monday, May 2, 2011
Up and Att'em
Lord - please let me sleep in today. Amen.
Nope - the dogs were up before the crack of dawn, as is their routine. 0400am is NOT all what it's cracked up to be by any stretch of the imagination on a weekday & even less on a weekend.
*grumbles*
So I crawled back in bed and drifted in and out of sleep until about 7:45. Then it was do or die to decide on going in for a run. OH WHY NOT... I got to the store as the "morning" announcements were being sung out.
I was still uhming and ahing about distance, route and pace.
I threw up my hands and started my Garmin and headed out the door. As I passed close to Casa Cap I figured TRAIL... so I ducked down Fred Grant Square and headed behind the buildings to get to the trail. I figured why battle traffic.
I nipped onto the trail and started my mental check list. Breathing, in check. Pace - spot on. Distance - Fence & back - 6k, acceptable. I had no music in my head really, just replaying the events of the day before at the Pick Your Poison Ontario Ultra Series race at Horseshoe. I was working the timing table with Kim & Ken.
I happened to notice runners in front of me, so the old pace started to pick up & next thing I know, I'm 6:08/km. Not exactly what I wanted. Dr Macksey said WALK, JOG, RUN my way through this recovery. I figured jogging is too 80's so I'll just say "run at a slower pace". That I could do. I caught up with the LTR group & chatted with Stef & she picked up the pace very nicely for about 500 m. Good for her, she's got some gumption in her. Yahoo Stef.
I stopped to pet the cat that was flaunting itself on the trail. One must always stop to appreciate an animal asking to be noticed. Less of course it's about to eat you and then I'd say discretion is the better part of valour.
Off I went and passed a few more runners on their Sunday morning run, several walkers & our own RR walkers.
Keeping my pace to about a 6:30 was more difficult than I had anticipated.
It's not at all easy, but I could feel my calf "burning" for lack of a better word. So once I got to the turn around point I decided that I should take a walk break. Fiddled around with my jacket as it was getting warmer than I anticipated, but with the cool breeze I kept it on so I didn't get a chill.
I passed Tigera on the way back, she's out and about training for Mississauga. Drat I wish I could run that. Ahh well. Patience is what is required in mega doses right now. So I wished her much success in her full & carried on. My pace was back up to about 6:10 so I took another walk break to try to slow myself down.
Man oh man... some days it's easier to get hit by a tree branch then to stop the pace your body wants to go to.
MEH!!!!!
So for 6.33km I managed 44mins. It's that double edged sword right now. I looked at my Garmin and my heart sank I'm used to 34 mins on a hilly course. I should have been able to do this under 30 mins.
But then I realize that I have to take my time, slow down, listen to the Doc & let the healing progress.
So I got home, took the dogs for a very long walk, enjoyed the morning even more. Then I sat and ICED my calf - soaked in a tub, then iced it again & rubbed in the anti-inflam cream.
I iced it again last night whilst watching the BBC World News unfold on the breaking story that Osama bin Laden had been found and killed in Pakistan. Rubbed more topical anti-inflam in and went to bed to ponder what this turn of events will bring.
Nope - the dogs were up before the crack of dawn, as is their routine. 0400am is NOT all what it's cracked up to be by any stretch of the imagination on a weekday & even less on a weekend.
*grumbles*
So I crawled back in bed and drifted in and out of sleep until about 7:45. Then it was do or die to decide on going in for a run. OH WHY NOT... I got to the store as the "morning" announcements were being sung out.
I was still uhming and ahing about distance, route and pace.
I threw up my hands and started my Garmin and headed out the door. As I passed close to Casa Cap I figured TRAIL... so I ducked down Fred Grant Square and headed behind the buildings to get to the trail. I figured why battle traffic.
I nipped onto the trail and started my mental check list. Breathing, in check. Pace - spot on. Distance - Fence & back - 6k, acceptable. I had no music in my head really, just replaying the events of the day before at the Pick Your Poison Ontario Ultra Series race at Horseshoe. I was working the timing table with Kim & Ken.
I happened to notice runners in front of me, so the old pace started to pick up & next thing I know, I'm 6:08/km. Not exactly what I wanted. Dr Macksey said WALK, JOG, RUN my way through this recovery. I figured jogging is too 80's so I'll just say "run at a slower pace". That I could do. I caught up with the LTR group & chatted with Stef & she picked up the pace very nicely for about 500 m. Good for her, she's got some gumption in her. Yahoo Stef.
I stopped to pet the cat that was flaunting itself on the trail. One must always stop to appreciate an animal asking to be noticed. Less of course it's about to eat you and then I'd say discretion is the better part of valour.
Off I went and passed a few more runners on their Sunday morning run, several walkers & our own RR walkers.
Keeping my pace to about a 6:30 was more difficult than I had anticipated.
It's not at all easy, but I could feel my calf "burning" for lack of a better word. So once I got to the turn around point I decided that I should take a walk break. Fiddled around with my jacket as it was getting warmer than I anticipated, but with the cool breeze I kept it on so I didn't get a chill.
I passed Tigera on the way back, she's out and about training for Mississauga. Drat I wish I could run that. Ahh well. Patience is what is required in mega doses right now. So I wished her much success in her full & carried on. My pace was back up to about 6:10 so I took another walk break to try to slow myself down.
Man oh man... some days it's easier to get hit by a tree branch then to stop the pace your body wants to go to.
MEH!!!!!
So for 6.33km I managed 44mins. It's that double edged sword right now. I looked at my Garmin and my heart sank I'm used to 34 mins on a hilly course. I should have been able to do this under 30 mins.
But then I realize that I have to take my time, slow down, listen to the Doc & let the healing progress.
So I got home, took the dogs for a very long walk, enjoyed the morning even more. Then I sat and ICED my calf - soaked in a tub, then iced it again & rubbed in the anti-inflam cream.
I iced it again last night whilst watching the BBC World News unfold on the breaking story that Osama bin Laden had been found and killed in Pakistan. Rubbed more topical anti-inflam in and went to bed to ponder what this turn of events will bring.
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