Guess what folks
Go on I dare you
Despite my impassioned plea for sponsorship and the worldwide media coverage it generated I have failed to negotiate the lucrative contract I was searching for.
Shocking I know.
Don’t worry though, I have come to terms with this issue and as a result I have come to the conclusion that I will just have to win an event or two next year. With that in mind I thought I better crack on with training and up the miles and intensity and a repercussion of this is that I appear to be injured.
I have been fairly lucky this year in terms of injuries, aside from the snow based calamities and the mark that llandegla 10k left on me. Considering I am over 3000 miles for the year and that I frequently don’t look after myself properly still I think this is fairly good going.
It’s been suggested that I should be looking to downscale on exercise at the moment anyway – to give myself a proper break – however now that I have to win an event next year to get the critical acclaim I deserve I thought it wise to shun this advice and up the training after my laziness post Chester.
So I have done 300 miles of intervals / pyramids / pain / sweat so far early in the mornings and late at nights on the turbo, battling boredom and attempting to not drown in a puddle of my own sweat. Sexy I know. All with the mind-set that it would put me in a better position come race time next year – all these bonus miles would surely help.
Combined with that I have attempted to give myself a better base for the ultra-marathon I am running in December, than I allowed my body before the Chester marathon. Clearly I won’t stop the pain from appearing, but I am hopeful that it won’t appear till after 20 miles plus instead of around 17 miles as it did last time.
So I thought it wise to start running regular longer distances, working my way up to a proposed couple of 20 milers early in December. So I did 3 10 mile runs in a week, the middle of which was a painful and brutal affair. I have come to dislike kerbs, with a passion. What’s the point in them? Really? Think about it. During this run I clipped one and it forced me to stumble a little on my left knee, causing mild embarrassment as I thought I a cow saw me do it in the pre-dawn gloom.
However it has caused more than just embarrassment. I pressed on and finished the run a little gingerly but still at a decent lick for me and thought nothing of it, later that day it got stiffer and stiffer (take your mind out of the gutter) and was noticeable when sitting down / changing gear. I gave it a couple of days and it eased, so I did the only thing I should have done.
I ran 10 miles, in the cold, dark rain at a pace just below my 10k PB – i.e. balls out flying (for me) – no real pain no real issue, until a mile from the end when I again stumbled and again my knee didn’t enjoy itself, again.
So two days later and I still can’t walk up the stairs without pain, I am popping pills like no tomorrow and I fear I might have to write off the first week of training in November.
I am such a pro.
Maybe I should see if a pain relief company will sponsor me……..