Saturday dawned bright and early, and a little less early – and possibly a little less bright – we dawned, too. The plan was to leave home at 6am, to get to the start for 7:30am, and wangle our way into the first wave of starters. We nailed the leaving part; the travelling part took…
Tag: knee
March miles….and the bends.
I’ve just looked up my miles for March, to answer a question George asked in our On The Wagon Facebook group. How many miles did you all run in March? And my answer… “only 65.8 miles”. Only. I mean, that’s at least 30 miles short of what I’d have done if the knee hadn’t had…
Putting in the work
I’m going to write this today, before whatever’s going to happen tomorrow happens. The knee is improving – not quite better yet; it still doesn’t function well as a spring or a pivot, but provided all it’s asked to do is hinge the big bones in my leg, it’s fine. Unseen bumps in the road,…
You’ve never had it so good…
Yeah, well I see now that I’d more or less jinxed this marathon training malarkey. It was all too easy – I didn’t get ill, I didn’t skip sessions (well. Two sessions. But that’s pretty good going), I didn’t hurt myself early on when the miles were building. I let myself off too early, a…
Injury bench
There’s not much to say, this week. My knee hasn’t recovered from Silverstone, and I’ve spent most of the week with it heavily strapped, swearing colourfully as I descend every staircase… I haven’t been alone. One of my dogs has been very severely ill, for the last week and a half. He had horrible diarrhoea…
All strapped up…
I went for a run!! It was fine, actually. Born of necessity, because I had dinner in town with some friends and got a taxi home, because I’d drunk too much fruit juice. Specifically, grape juice. OK, fermented grape juice – but it’s all carb loading, right? No, I’ve no particular reason to be carb…
Bad run… (insert limp joke here)
Normally, I plan my morning runs meticulously, the evening before. I map my route; set my alarm; pack my running backpack and set out my running clothes by my bed, so I can jump out of bed, get dressed and get out of the door before I’m sufficiently awake for my brain to come up…
Running Between The Water Stations 