Dibs, I sure hope you are not very tall! Life balance in your trade? Used to be in the small print of the hypocratic oath that you signed body and soul over to those who drew up the shift schedules. So my father (a medic) told me. I possess an extraordinary letter from my grandfather's mother to my grandfather (also a medic), six months after he got married to my grandma (also a medic). The detailed how his father (my great grandad, also a medic) had taken to bed with shame after hearing of the marriage, such was the disgrace in the medical community of considering marriage when you held a prestigious residency. Can I recommend a career in mathematics? No shift work, no life-death bad days at the office, only madness in the way of work related hazards. Beats me how docs stayed human then. Perhaps they didn't. Not sure all of them do now.
Me? Trying to stay human. About 4 miles, saw a little egret. Gave up on the way back and walked. Did 4 easy sets of steps, thus completing the contract.
Alehouse, thoughts with you and your Mum today. That's always hard. Hope the new place suits your Mum.
The Great Weight saga. Emzap, I'd say your scales were dead. Hope you find yourself pleased when you replace them! Always nice to lose a few kg for no effort at all.
Did I miss AF's reappearance?
Me? Yesterday did the swim, 12 lengths legs only but two of them were breast stroke - as good as a rest really, although they probably build strength in other core muscles. Also 2 easy sets of stairs. I am needing to get the stair sets up if I am to meet my target, so easy sets are sets with none of them two at a time. For now trying to add 4 easy sets every day on top of whatever else.
Benefits already showing: am building a double bass at the mo, and it gets stored on a really high shelf, (naturally!) means climbing on a stool and then onto the bench and then heaving the huge thing up. It is much easier now than before to leap onto the bench with style.
Got some really bad news on Tuesday, major health issues in the close family. Well, we've been there before, just have to settle down, get through it, hope for the best, and trust that no one's going to screw up. Given good luck, it will resolve within the year.
Just let me get this straight, two marathons in two days, first one 3:42 and the second one 3:18? I think I need to sit down just to think about that. And, oh yes, this is just practice for some A race later? Handsome.
Dustin, RFJ and other xcountry people, well done.
Missed emzaps post but gather things went well. Hope that means somethings can be filed under history.
Gobi being mysterious now. "It's a secret" is a stated invitation to speculation.
Me? A mixed session. Lousy night last night - went to a film last night with Mr. S., only available tickets v. close to screen, therefore got carsick within 15 min. shan't do that again. Therefore not feeling inspired opted for a lazy run to claim a coffee at a friend's house. She's house prisoner to a disabled husband, needs the disruption of someone to bring mud into the house, roll on the floor with the dog, and extra mouth to fill at breakfast time. Or that's my excuse. I ran faster than usual, well, that's not difficult, but it still didn't feel like a session, so, on coming home, I did the home stairs. 40 ascents, 30 of them two at a time.
And I got an idea for a test of fitness for the SLMM. Each step is 21cm high. There are 15 steps. That makes 3.15 meters per ascent. A set of 40 is therefore 126 meters. Ten sets is about the height gain for each day in the Wansford class of the SLMM.
These days I spend a fair amount of time around the house. If I can do ten sets of forty comfortably in the course of a day by the end of term I'll sign up. Of course, there's a world of difference between going up my stairs, even two at a time, and doing the same on a mountain, but it will give my legs the idea.
Alehouse, if my recollection serves me right, you are making some headway against a conspiracy of injury - attacking the problem in multiple instalments. Sounds promising.
emzap - good luck regaining nerve - always takes a lot of application.
Wabo - good luck at Brighton!
DD - good to see you here. What is your next project?
Me? Run to work. That was hard work. Not one step was easy. I seemed to be wearing leg irons instead of socks, and how my lightest running shoes transformed themselves into ungainly flippers I really don't understand. However, persevere, assisted by ornithological optimism. If I turned left, and went along the brook, I might see a kingfisher. If I took the longer route along the mill leat I might spy a dabchick. The far side of the road I have in the past spotted a little egret, and more often heron fishing in the stream.
Well, I didn't see any of them, but hope ignores disappointment. I did get out on the fen at its very most beautiful, each clump of grass, bush and derelict spiders web with a shawl of white and diamond. Hope got me out the door, and led me through the meadows. I may never see another kingfisher, I may accept the reality of limitations someday, that SLMM is beyond my reach, but for now hope reigns, and the fen in frozen splendour is ample consolation.
Chickadee - do please stay upright. Couple of years ago I tipped over backwards cracked my head. Can't recommend it. I did learn something: going down a slope is more dangerous than the flat or uphill. Point is, going down a slope you almost inevitably heel strike. If that heel slips you go backwards, with no way of protecting your head or breaking your fall or rolling, like you can falling foward. Yak traks are good: nifty rubber nets with spikes that you can stretch over your trainers on the slippery bits, take off when the going is good.
Me? Penance in the Pool. Did I tell you I don't love it? For months I have been stuck at a max of ten lengths flutter kick. I always discuss the matter with myself, whether I could possibly stretch it to twelve. I never had an incentive strong enough to enable me to go the extra two lengths. Come ten lengths, the ladder out of the pool looks so wonderfully inviting that as pin to magnet I'm drawn toward it.
However. I have now discovered the incentive equal to the challenge of resisting the force field of the Ladder: the possibility of boasting about it to you lot!
Thanks all, penance paid, new record of 12 laps flutter kick.