Random ramblings

 

Weather: Sunny, warm, unseasonably mellow..

Activities: Monday 0634am - 5.5km/3.43 miles trail run - D/W, 00:30:27

Tuesday 0701am - 6km/3.75 mile run, - Scolty Hill (yellow trail +) 00:35:15

Today's Tune: Lazy, David Byrne

Mood: Varying between hysterical laughter, intense tongue-sticking-out concentration and comfort eating my way through a banana cake

This week, the focus is running. Well, when I say running, I mean flopping along like a dying salmon struggling to make it upstream one last time.....I have lost so much form and running-ability its untrue! I thought my lungs were going to exit via my nostrils on Monday morning though lets face it, the combination of 'running', '6am' and 'monday' was never going to give me a warm and fuzzy feeling really was it. I woke naturally at 5.30am thinking it was Sunday (having a short weekend due to working Saturday does that to you) and lay there planning my day and I only realised my plans were useless as it was MONDAY when the alarm went off at 6am. Still, it was a lovely morning and so when I did finally start running, my mood had already lifted. But then by 2 miles in I was so hypoxic, you could have told me every day was going to be a Monday and I'd not have cared anyway.I'm kinda getting this whole 'oxygen starvation' thing...

I miss my bike (and I'm apparently too brain dead/tired to combine both at present) but if I am to have any chance of completing Balmoral in 4 short weeks time, I really do need to start place running training slightly higher in my list of priorities than it has been of late (sandwiched neatly between 'staring idly at ceiling above bed and wondering if that fly is dead' and 'bugger, must remember to put bin out'...I jest I know but if I am to be brutally honest, I'm not feeling overly enthused at the moment. I'm a bit flat, a bit worried (about throat), a bit stressed, a bit emotional, really bloody tired and very, very lacking in any impetus to do anything other than cycle. I don't want to run, I certainly don't want to race but I know Me and if I don't, I'll regret it. So I shall continue and when I cross the line, I shall be grinning. 

I have the doctors tomorrow afternoon about The Sore Throat again. Its now been six months, 4 GP's, 3 courses of antibiotics, one course of antibacterial/anti-inflammatory gargle and one emergency hospital visit (allergy to non-allergenic antibiotics..) since this whole thing started and I am fed up. Tomorrow I demand referral to ENT (mostly politely).

Good things happening too though! Babies arriving (not mine! Congrats to J & J on the safe arrival of Baby R!), friends with hugs, friends with bikes, customers buying bikes, V8 engines, Bike Bosses being pleased with me (despite me eating all the cake), learning new things and most of all, having a lovely husband that just quietly takes the fork out of my ear when I fall asleep in my dinner.

EDITED 10.06pm: Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. So after I blogged, I ate more cake (total cals today 1300000) and sat down to catch up with The Fat Cyclist. Lo and behold, I think I have found the reason for my uselessness....read on