A young girl I worked with used to say that because I said she could not say FUCK!!
Today, it really was Sweet baby Jesus indeed!
I swear my body is betraying me!
Sore knee, sore hamstrings, sore ankles, sore Achilles.
Yes, well there was no thanking going on, just muttering , swearing and carrying on.
Off I went, all lovely dovely..
Did a nice 5 km along the waterfront on the other side of the road from Ironman people…
All exciting and fabulous.
All good, then I turned off from the Ironman people and it all went to crap!!
2 stops on a 11 km run??
Yes, I know this is fine BUT it’s not really in my mind.
Sore sore Achilles and hammies again!
I need to go get my knee looked at and my ankles…
Just not good.
I have taken it easy running the last 2 weeks and I sort of expect a bit of leeway but no!
Twice I have had to turn down my brother to do trail runs with him as I know it will kill my Achilles and I don’t think I can keep up with him at the moment.
I know any run is a privilege but that’s the problem.
I just love running and want to run but my body is not coming to the party!
I see these Ironman competitors who at the stage I saw them were on their last stretch…
Having done 180km bike ride, about 25 km run and a swim …
Yet here I am, slack arse having trouble with 11 km and moaning!
RUN TONTO RUN!
1 bush walk/ trek
1 x split run 5km & 4 km.
3 runs- 25 km
1 x weights session
2 x 20 minutes cycling
2 x yoga sun salutes.
1 x 4.5 km rowing