Hopefully I’ll be fit for next week’s inaugural Nottingham
10k and I have a physio session on Wednesday to hopefully make sure I am.
I am beginning to think my stop-start training doesn’t help and my calf needs constant exercising, resting doesn’t seem to help it. It’s
the resting then running that seems to upset it. Perhaps I need to run every day
if only for a km.
L blames my thighs, she says they are so powerful that they
probably cause some imbalance on your calves. So perhaps I need fattier thighs.
Instead of running, I do a velodrome session instead and
surprisingly get in at short notice. It is hard going after a few months
off and I ride like a novice but it’s an excellent work out.
L’s sister doesn’t seem to think the velodrome is a very romantic
location for a night out on L's birthday but we do pop into the Exeter
Arms afterwards where we grab a candlelit table and two pints of something dark to go on
the list - Back Sack & Quack and Dark Drake both from Dancing Duck.
We have the traditional Sunday Indian afterwards and a Baileys
night cap, which was a present from my parents.
(Sunday 8th May)
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