Break Your Limits

So, what’s happened in my little life since my last post? Well, not a lot really. I guess the only ‘exciting’ thing to happen to me is being attacked by a little man with hands of steel whilst running just over a week ago last Sunday. Rather than give in to his vice like grip around my calf, I, stupidly, decided to carry on running – being the typical macho triathlete that I am. No matter how far or slow I ran, he wasn’t going to let go. Half an hour later, he’d had enough, and decided to insert what felt like a knitting needle through the side of my calf. I might not have wanted to stop before, but this time I had no choice, I came to a halt instantly. Great I though, why me? And now I have to walk the 8km’s or so back to the car.

Deep Heat, it’s a wonderful invention! Lashings of it after a hot hot shower seems to work wonders, always has, as the following day I managed, amazingly, after barely being able to walk throughout the remainder of Sunday and most of Monday, to do a 3Km swim and a spin class. Although the big test wouldn’t be until tomorrow, Tuesday, having to run with Mr Lampard at McGillivray Oval first thing in the morning.

Much to my surprise, and after a total lack of sympathy from Raymond (That’s not quite true, I thought I’d add it in for effect), I did manage a couple warm up laps, and, some laps that resembled an ‘interval’, although my elation was short lived, my friend with crusher hands decided to make another appearance, however this time he must have had his eyes on someone else because he didn’t seem as interested in causing me much pain.

After copious amounts of Deep Heat, I’m due for another run (Thursday). I don’t think I’ve ever been this nervous before a training run other than standing on the start-line of a race. In short (As I feel you’re nodding-off already), it went ok. After 90mins of easy to steady running, I actually felt relatively normal. Could this be ‘Adios’ to my annoying little enemy I thought?

3 days later, and well into my 2nd tube of Deep Heat, I had pretty much a completely normal run – at last, he’s gone! And I have to say, at this point, I actually feel quite good (But not about the Worlds – that’ll never change).

One week on, and I feel I’m able to chase Mr Lampards’ hot little body around McGillivray Oval again – bring it on.