More blimmin’ training

13 miles on Sunday, not too bad but my legs ached all Sun pm

4 miles Mon am to get moving again

4.5 miles Mon pm as Achilles sore and wanted to know that it would bear a run – reasonably ok after 3 miles but really sore after

5 miles Mon pm – hills x 10 (1min) achilles sore but good to get the smell of London off

So, this is the sort of thing that a blogging runner ought to put into his or her blog is it?

I do find, 10ish years after I started this running lark, that it’s harder and harder to get all the bits working at the same time. I live about 2 miles from work, and get marginally more comfortable as I get to the office in the morning, and just about moving properly as I reach the door – which means that I end up putting a couple of extra miles in to prove to myself that I can still run.

All of which is fine. Really.

However…where I do have a bit of a problem is in hearing some of the things that people say for why they don’t run*

“Terrible problems with my knees”

“Tried running but had to give up after a few days”

“It hurts my legs to run”

This probably sounds a bit too alpha-male, but the whole point of it, is that it does hurt.

That’s why it’s called training. It’s training your body to deal with exertion which either you’ve untrained it to do over the years, or, if you’ve kept yourself clean, is at the extremes of your capability. So of course it’s going to be uncomfortable, especially at first. But then it sort of becomes a (good) habit. Even if your achilles aches all the time.

*or cycle, or swim, or whatever

Four men of a certain age, wearing Lycra (15/11/08)

So…this morning’s session on the bikes….

1/2/3/3/2/1/1/2/3/3/2/1/1/2/3

The numbers above do not really do justice to the horror of this session. Best part is always getting off the bike at the end and not being able to walk. What happens then is that we emerge from my front gate onto the road, and attempt a run round the block. Now, I have neighbours that may well witness this every Saturday morning:

“Look, there they are again, Wilfred”

“Yes dear, what do those silly men think they look like?”

“Are they still in all their lycra then?”

“Yes dear, and they all look like they’ve built up quite a sweat round the back of no 210. They’ve got lots of gear, but if they’re this sweaty already they can’t really be very fit, can they? And I reckon I could go faster than that on my zimmer frame”

“No dear – I expect they’ve been up to some other lycra-related activity round the back of the house. What do you think could need such tight clothing, cause such sweating and result in them barely able to move their legs?”

“I really have no idea”

Opening Salvo (15/11/08)

So, this is a sort of test, as I drag myself into the 00’s and finally get round to writing a blog. And timing is impeccable, as I just read in www.wired.com that the blog is dead, and we should all be expressing ourselves on Facebook, Twitter or Flickr.

So, let’s buck that trend and go down the old school route. Just need to think about something to write about then…