The Pain And The Euphoria

This morning I hurt in several places I don’t want to hurt, so it’s somewhat comforting to be in the car today. That is if it wasn’t for the all the other cars on the road.

L retracts her ‘drunken’ agreement to do the Eyam Half Marathon this weekend. It wouldn't be at all sensible for either of us. 

Odd thing was this suggestion came during the drive home from Sheffield before she’d even had a drink, unless someone had spiked her blackcurrant and soda. I think the pain and the euphoria were doing strange things to her, either that or she’d inhaled too much of the liniment they used for the post-race massage.

We shall do the Towpath and Trail 10K at Shireoaks instead. Just for training and not because it looks as pretty as the name suggests. Which I’m sure it won’t be in the rain anyway.

Talking of which, I leave for dog training amidst one of the heaviest rain showers I’ve ever seen but with the sun still out, I’m hoping it’s going to be simply short-but-not-very-sweet. It is and when I get to training the ground is bone dry, obviously just an isolated shower.

(Monday 13^th May)

Two Halves A Month

We had hoped to be competing in the ‘Classic Barrow 10’ this morning as Barrow Runners tried to revive this once popular road race. Unfortunately they failed to resurrect it, meeting a wall of safety regulations and expensive road closures that have presumably been tightened since they last ran the race in 2006. Which is a shame.

My thoughts had briefly turned to the Eyam Half Marathon. L has frequently talked of how horrific it was when she did it many years ago but has constantly refused to consider doing it again. Suggesting I’d have to get her very very drunk for her to even consider it. So I tried that but even that didn’t work. She simply reiterated that she’s sticking to two halves a month and by that she didn’t mean she’s cutting her alcohol down.

It’s all very intriguing. Can a race really be that bad? I was very tempted to find out but in the end decided I simply wasn’t fit enough yet, post injury. Next year...

Instead we visit the gym, even me. Which is conveniently situated at the tennis centre and I had promised myself a spot of tennis.

L’s concern about the girl’s skirts is misplaced. Some would say short, others would say ultra lightweight and streamlined, I imagine something with such a low drag coefficient is essential for good tennis.

(Sunday 20th May)