....said Richard Askwiths conscience to himself as he struggled to keep going on a 10 mile uphill run with a 40lb rucksack in searing heat.
This phrase has become my mantra whenever I feel like stopping and by god, I was fairly chanting it today! (not that I'm planning a Bob Graham round by the way!! Its purely a mantra!) My calves were killing me! Both of them (unusual, its just the one normally) stopped me in my tracks. Tried stretching, tried walking, tried walking backwards, sidewards...nothing worked and I pressed 'stop' on my Garmin 305 and whilst self flagellating, set off towards home almost in tears.
I was arguing in my head all the time - if its an injury then I am right to stop. Better to stop than to risk being out of action for weeks (leading to likely divorce as I get v grumpy :). If its not though....then I am being a puf. If its not then I am just giving up. Perhaps its my compression calf guards? So I adjusted them. Perhaps its my socks? Adjusted them. then I hit 'start', put the ipod onto my favourite grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr track and set off again.
No pain. Normal ache but no pain. 6.5km in 44:51 through trail run through deep snow. Don't know what changed, maybe just my attitude... but happy with that :)



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