I'd usually do a longish run Tuesday morning, but I just wasn't feeling up to it this week, so I skipped a run (shock!). However, I did run 3 miles with a client that evening.
Wednesday evening was Sweaty Betty night, and I'd usually run there and back so that I can total up just over 10 miles in total, but once again I didn't quite feel up to it, so decided to listen to my body and take it easy by cycling into town instead. I then had the girls running a pyramid session around Midsummer Common, and in total we covered just over 4 miles.
Thursday is my busiest working day of the week and I never have time for a run. So by Friday I really felt that I should get out for a decent run. So early in the afternoon I set off for an 8 mile run out through Fen Ditton and up to Bates Bite Lock, then back down the river to Chesterton and home. As soon as I set off my legs didn't quite feel right, but I figured I just needed to start slow and give them time to warm-up. By the halfway point I had a slight pain in my hip and my left calf was feeling like a solid rock. The run felt terrible. I felt as if I was running really slow, but my Garmin was telling me that I was running a little slower than a 7 minute mile pace. So not bad, but not great. I was relieved to get back to my front door without the pain in my hip getting any worse.
That evening I was out with my friend, Jason, to celebrate his 40th birthday. I completely forgot about my usual 4 pint limit and can honestly say that I have no idea how much I drank. I'm hanging my head in shame as I write this. I do remember going to bed at about 3am, to then be woken by Ruth at 6.30am, who hadn't come out because she was going to London early. Because I had been disturbed, I had to get up to go to the loo, Ruth then thought it was ok to start a conversation and ask if I wanted a cup of tea. I groaned an answer which I hoped would be interpruted as "shut-up and leave me alone" and crawled back into bed, but a few minutes later Ruth came back into the bedroom to say "goodbye". Life was feeling very unfair at that point. I hadn't woken Ruth when I crawled into bed in the early hours.
A couple of hours later I had to get up as I was due at Milton Country Park by 10am to lead a kettlebell workout for a group of clients who will be rowing the chanel with me in October. Jason was also supposed to be there, but never made it, which was no great surprise. The workout lasted a little under one hour, and I was feeling the worst for wear afterwards. I went home, got a few chores done and returned to bed.
Thankfully, I was feeling much more with it this morning. I'd agreed to meet the crew at 10am at Girton Recreation Ground to take them around the trim trail there as a change to our usual routine. I first went for a 10 mile run along the river, which was close to bursting it's banks after all the heavy rain, and then through Milton village and on to Girton. I was relieved not to feel the pain in my hip again, and the run felt pretty good, but still not quite back to my usual peak fitness.
Only four others made it to Girton, plus Jo, Jason's girlfriend and Sweaty Betty runner. We then spent an hour running around the half mile trim trail and completing each obstacle and fitness station. The field was like a swamp in places and it was impossible not to get wet feet. However, it was good fun but also really hard work. Everyone was exhausted by the end of the hour but, hopefully, it will make our 4 hour sea row next weekend seem like a breeze. Everyone completed the trail between 4 and 6 times each.
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| The field was a little wet in places |
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| Rope climb - no legs aloud |
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| The five crew members who made it tackle one of the easier obstacles |
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