Queen of Marathons

How an overweight couch potato is going to haul her body around 26.2 miles of the Blackpool coastline in a mere 15 weeks time.

Thursday, March 10, 2005

Total, utter disaster

Today was just one of those days I guess, everything that could go wrong did go wrong.

I woke up this morning with agonizing pain in my big toe - the nail has started to become ingrown, oh marvelous! I tried to cut it to alleviate the pain and after an hour it began to subside but I need to get it checked out properly which could well mean time out of training.

It was a horror of a day at work, lunch was ruined as the blender broke down as it came time to liquidiser my home made soup which left me with a somewhat stale hummus sandwich to chow on. Can you tell what this was building up to?

Problems with the works server in the afternoon did not help me progress the problems that I encountered in the morning and every number I rang had an ansaphone on the end rather than a human being.

As it's the final week before pay day I am of course totally penniless and therefore the usual consolation provided by chocolate was out of reach.

I tried to have a good bulky dinner of pasta with spinach and mushrooms however it was all in vain as I had failed to fuel sufficiently during the day and boy did I pay for it.

I set out at the usual time, jog 1 mile then 2 miles brisk and jog the last mile home. I used mapminer http://www.mapminder.co.uk to pinpoint the milestones for the intervals and headed off.

I managed the first mile of jogging in about 10mins which was good as it felt easy. But then as I tried to push on for the brisk section it all fell apart - I ran out of fuel. How stupid did I feel? It's the golden rule of training - eat right. I tried to walk for a while to see if I could run/walk the rest of the course but then a seriously bitter wind arrived. I was now both cold and hungry. Then my toe began to hurt again and I began to walk awkwardly so as not to aggravate it but all this did was start a shin splint. So now I'm cold, hungry, tired, sore and very, very annoyed with myself. After 40 mins of walking I gave up and took a shortcut home - up a great big hill.

So I learned a valuable lesson first hand - you really do need to fuel up sufficiently on training days or else it really hurts you.
But hey-ho in the words of the feminine icon Scarlett O'Hara "tomorrow is another day".......

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