This week was the Running Club AGM. I wasn’t going to go as not feeling very social but an email came out saying they were voting on a new committee and there were more volunteers than posts, so thought best I go along to place my vote, never one to shy away from voting after all is that not what the suffragettes fought for!?
The AGM coincides with the yearly prize giving. Most Improved Runner, Cross Country Award, Monthly Handicap winner, etc,
Truly amazed and somewhat embarrassed to receive Captains Women’s Best Performance Trophy.
NEVER been awarded anything before. AND its got me name on it! Just goes to show its never too late to achieve great things!!!!!!
On the running front. Things are improving. Running itself is actually not too bad, its the recovery that I am struggling with a bit. Serious DOMS. I have been very frustrated and grumpy, in fact even my Grumps have been grumpy. Then it occurred to me that the achy leg/calf thing that was happening might be due to the new insoles. The lady in the shop said to introduce them slowly. Slowly is such a relative word. After all slowly means something different to a tortoise than to a cheetah. Maybe 20 miles over two days last weekend could not be classified as ‘slow’! Having had this Eureka moment I felt better about the legs and have opted to run every other day, with lots of stretching in between.
Friday I went to the physio to contribute towards his next mortgage payment. He ran the laser over my legs looking for a trigger point. Its a bit like a metal detector, he runs it over my limbs and if it finds an injury it omits a loud noise, the louder the noise the worse it is. A couple of minor bleeps but nothing too bad. Good news.
Saturday I did a sunrise run
18 miles along the coast. A real test on the legs as tough terrain.
I drank a banana protein shake directly after the run and stretched before I jumped in the car. Today the legs are not too bad, they know they have done a long run, but can still move. Its going to be slow, its not going to be pretty, but I will get there.
To me Daffodils are a sign of better things to come, very apt that I include this pic of the lovely yellow flowers taken in Seaton yesterday. (right after I discovered the public loos were not yet open-alternative arrangements were made!)