Time Heals The Deepest Of Wounds

This morning bike ride was almost excellent, if only it hadn’t been for the stiff breeze that I was pedalling into. Apparently it’s all muscle building stuff.

Today’s pub lunch help with my recovery.

We still have no race for this Sunday. It now boils done to a choice of donning fancy dress and wearing a false moustache for the Mo Run on Wollaton Park or travelling over for the Coventry 10K.

The name ‘Coventry 10K’ sounds almost idyllic until you release that the race only cover a very small part of non-central Coventry parkland know as War Memorial Park. Three and a quarter times. We did it around ten years ago and swore never again but time heals the deepest of wounds.

L sounds keen but then she’ll wonder why she let me talk her into it although it actually sounds like she’s trying to talk me into it or perhaps she's trying to talk me into talking her into it.

 

It’s a tough choice and there is a third option e.g. a Saturday night out in town followed by a lie-in. Which doesn't really compare with 3+ loops of War Memorial Park.

As for tonight, we have a quiet night in that is after L has crawled home from Pump. Then I lock her in the bedroom at her own request to keep her out of the fridge.

(Wednesday 16^th November)

Something Trivial

Boxing Day does not start well. I go to bed feeling a little unwell. A night of vomiting and diarrhoea follows. I guess it must have been something I ate and it certainly had no intention of staying eaten.

Recovery is remarkably swift come morning but L bans me from my planned parkrun at West Park. Which means MD also misses out. He is gutted as L goes it alone. My parents show up, mainly to hand over my season ticket in case I have to crawl to the match this afternoon.

I am fine for the match though as Derby defeat Fulham 2-0. L drops me off at my parents’ place before collecting me later from the match, where she also drops Daughter off to meet her father. She then joins us at L’s parents for a pleasant evening and an over serious game of Trivial Pursuit against her sister’s family. Which we lose.

(Saturday 26^th December)

Recovery, Training, Tapering... In A Week

How do you fit recovery, training and tapering into just six days? Tricky. Today is day two of recovery, then I hope to be back on the bike on Wednesday. I’m out on the ale tonight and we have close to gale force winds anyway. So I’m well out of it.

I suppose real (professional) athletes would be recovering in style. Lying in bed, listening to the wind and the rain whilst having someone rubbing baby oil into their throbbing calves.

I make do with a few post-work pints in the Brunswick and a meal at the pub that’s not called the Royal Standard anymore. Where they have burgerised their entire menu and taken off the pies, chillis and curries. So we won't be going again as none of us eat burgers.

(Tuesday 2^nd June)