Lots of physio going on. LMH, emzap. Ouch. I always wonder what the school kids in the gym make of the swearing and screaming that comes out of the physio's room. (Physio has use of a room in the gym of the sixth form college near us.) Need to get back there myself, but I need to get head in a better place first. It's getting there.
Have to say that Monday didn't help. I did my run, in two parts as planned, over to son 1, helped him sharpen his knives, and then on to work. It seemed ok, fairly chuffed indeed, much better than last Monday's run. Then things fell apart. It was a very hectic day, leaving me running the mile to the bus in street clothes, only to stand in rapidly chilling sweaty clothes for fifteen minutes, as the bus was late. Two hours of standing about in a chilly church, with that uncomfortable feeling of something not quite right with swallowing and a head slightly aching the promises a cold. Very very unwelcome before flying, and very very unwelcome before visiting my mother who does a nice line in pneumonia, given half a chance. Lots of vit c, and no more efforts. Getting out of the house is quite enough.
Looking forward to chatting up the security staff.
NZC - sounds lovely. There are the first faint stirrings of a plan to get to NZ and other points on the antipodal side of the world in spring 2016 - by which time our family should have sorted out health woes, and some sort of celebration for survivors definitely called for. Your posts certainly whet the appetite.
RFJ and Gobi - handsome parkruns!
Blisters, hope you are having our lovely morning for the ride.
Donaldo - hope you get away with it. The downside to the attitude might as well not go if a few pounds heavy is that the experiments might set you back not a week or two but six months. The time I ran on through under foot pain it took about a year before it was no longer an issue.
OH - sympathise with airport security and generally the difficulties of supporting ageing parents when airplane is the sole sensible method of getting there. I'm off to see my 90 year old mother this week. In Boston, the US one. Shall soon be on first name basis with the security folk. I entertain them by wearing a t-shirt that is studded with little metal stars..
Probably not a run day, simply too much to do before leaving for Boston. Energy certificate inspection on Wednesday, some loft insulation to be completed by then, and the consequent sort out of the long-term loft storage. Five bales of junk to Oxfam yesterday. Don't dare go in that shop now, and rather hope the Mr. doesn't either.
NZC - belated happy birthday, and repeat LMH's thoughts about sticking around. I do know it's difficult when running moves off centre stage in one's life. It's good to be reminded that others are carrying on. Holding the coats, metaphorically speaking, is no disgrace.
Donaldo - ouch! I suspect there is a nerve running heel to forefoot on the underside of the foot. It might be that you have offended that nerve rather than offended the structure of your foot. I did find really good anti-inflammatories useful when I had foot problems, both before and after beginning running. Go gently.
Blisters - glad the Tenby entry did the trick. Enjoy working towards it.
LMH - wasn't lurking when you had your accident I guess. Sorry to hear that. Professional violin friend came off his bike, shattered his shoulder. Getting it back together was essential for him. It was a long story, but he is playing again, and he is riding a bike. Luck and hard work. Hope yours too gets sorted.
Proper little orchestra we've got here. I'm a late learner on the viola (naturally). Started as a 40th birthday present to myself (jealous of the kids' opportunities) been playing in an un-auditioned adult education orchestra for the last 15, 20 years or so. Get a big bang from that. Dvorak 7, Berlioz Benvenuto Cellini, Mozart flute D Major coming up soon.
Me? Fell prey to exhaustion over the weekend, took it easy, got out for a lousy run on Monday, felt like I'd tied my shoelaces together. Wednesday descent into villainous bad temper, failed to attempt stairs, cured by supper with friend/colleague. She's now carer for her husband. They're my age, more or less. Stop grizzling girl, be grateful and and get it together.
Today, mentally much improved, and two moment of positive glee in the pool:
The first, two rather good swimmers joined the slower lane for work on flutter kick only. Slightly condescending looks, I started off fractionally before him, he did not pull ahead. It's not a race. Oh yes it is. He did pull away from me the second lap, but not by much.
Second, the lifeguard came up and asked if I were interested in swimming competitively
Given that two months ago flutter kick had me progressing backwards slowly, I will enjoy those small triumphs to the full.
LMH - good to see you enjoying a run. Are you still a pirate? Last time I was on you had got a bit discouraged.
Dibs - 70.3 significance? Not age nor HR, I would guess?
Pammie - good to see that you are on the comeback again.
Donaldo - impressive!
OH - not sure what's up, but thoughts with you. Safe travels.
40 minutes - yes, Achilles are stubborn. I had a year of it, so did Mr. S. The doc told him to forget the running and order the bath chair. He presented his next HM medal to her. Don't think she was entirely grateful.
Alehouse - sympathies with the clearance business. We too have sacks and sacks full. Also we have accumulated an awful lot of styrofoam packing material. Not easy to get rid of.
Blisters - I side with those who advocate a rest. I've studied the counterproductivity of pushing through miserable weariness in some detail this past year. Then, when a bit of slack has changed the mental climate, feet sometimes start hankering after a run themselves. Had this experience out in Hong Kong, on the way home from visiting son 2. There is a lovely trail on a ridge called the Dragon's Back. We were only walking it, but my feet were itching to do more. They remembered some lovely runs with Tinebeest on Great Blue Hill and Middlesex Fells near Boston, delighting in the twisty ground. They wanted to run.
I didn't give them any choice today. Pool Penance Paid. Could almost keep up with most of the slow lane swimmers when doing flutter kick only. Thought I might up the kicking only distance, but pain from old groin injury set in. Not worth it for the sake of twelve lengths rather than ten. Don't see any point in increasing distance in any other form. I am not going piratical. Too scared of the roads. Shame about that.
Incredibly good to see so many of you here. I've kept clear of the forums because of some bad things happening that are not mine to talk about, but for the last six months they have dominated my life to the point that I can't think, eat sleep or see anything but those things, did not dare post for fear of saying too much. Beginning to get my head back, beginning to.
Haven't been a complete slacker for all that. DNF at last year's SLMM; day 1 was a lot harder than the preceding year, bad night, didn't recover, wasn't such a fool as to attempt day 2 which would have resulted in a DNF anyway, plus a lot of worry on the part of family and organisers wondering where we had got to.
Hip problems have meant a major re-think, and a self imposed penance in the pool for all of September. I now can do ten lengths of flutter kick only, allowing for a good gasp at each end. At the beginning my best attempts left me moving backwards slowly through the water. It seems to be paying off: a weekly diet of one sessions stairs, one pool session, and one run during the week, with bonus points for getting out for weekend runs.
The crisis, the need for flexibility, to be free to support family in need, forced my hand somewhat in the matter of work: I now am 80% retired, and actually usually work only 20% (rare occurence in part time work). The programmes I invented are now being run by others - hallelujah - and I am being very good about keeping my paws off. That 80% retired helps with the running too - no excuses for not attempting long runs in full daylight midweek.
Not clear whether I will be able to keep posting, but, I say again, it is a great delight to see so many familiar faces in the DTT. Makes me feel almost human again!