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Friday Mar 11, 2011 #
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Commitment to rehab didn't last long. Knew I needed to do the achilles, but couldn't figure out how with my other ankle so sore. Ice and compression was as far as I got. My most responsible effort was not drinking the beer in the fridge that I wanted to drown my sorrows.
4 PM
run 1:19:36 12.97 km (6:08 / km) +69m 5:59 / km
shoes: Nike Equalon 2
Still didn't have the energy to get up and do my planned intervals run in the morning. By the time school finished I to-ed and froed between choosing the pub, going home or training.
I ended up going home, but just found the motivation to get out the door for a 2 on 2 off fartlek session. I had been a bit apprehensive about my achilles, but it was better than expected, and I could feel it the whole way around, but it was only a minor inconvenience.
Legs felt really heavy for the first couple, but that was to be expected, not having done any run-thrus. Gradually got better and felt like I was moving OK through to the end of rep 8, when I rolled an ankle stepping up a kerb.
Bugger. Pretty sore, and still 3.5km from home, so nothing to do but walk home. Gonna take a miracle to get me round Brigadoon tomorrow.
Words cannot express how frustrated I am - sinuses are starting to clear up, achilles seems like I can keep it under control, back is much improved on a week or 2 ago, so why not go and screw something else up...
In other news, I think any semblance of padding in the forefoot of my shoes is gone. I suppose 1000km is a pretty good life. Bin time is imminent.
I ended up going home, but just found the motivation to get out the door for a 2 on 2 off fartlek session. I had been a bit apprehensive about my achilles, but it was better than expected, and I could feel it the whole way around, but it was only a minor inconvenience.
Legs felt really heavy for the first couple, but that was to be expected, not having done any run-thrus. Gradually got better and felt like I was moving OK through to the end of rep 8, when I rolled an ankle stepping up a kerb.
Bugger. Pretty sore, and still 3.5km from home, so nothing to do but walk home. Gonna take a miracle to get me round Brigadoon tomorrow.
Words cannot express how frustrated I am - sinuses are starting to clear up, achilles seems like I can keep it under control, back is much improved on a week or 2 ago, so why not go and screw something else up...
In other news, I think any semblance of padding in the forefoot of my shoes is gone. I suppose 1000km is a pretty good life. Bin time is imminent.