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)